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Subject: MothAnml (1/8)  "Mother's Animal Lover"
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WARNING:
     The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex.
If you are not an adult or reading descriptions sex stories upset you, do
not read any further.
     I am not the author.  I don't have the talent.
     I can only be the "TheEditor."





Mother's Animal Lover



Chapter 1

     Field's Pedigrees wasn't what Stella Burnside expected.  The forty 
year old divorcee had picked the dog breeder's name out of the phone book, 
and she expected to find a pet shop, or at least a kennel, at the address 
listed in the yellow pages.  Instead, she found a sparkling white, old-
fashioned wood-frame house, nestled calmly in the center of a residential 
block, looking no different from any of the other houses.  The voluptuous 
black-haired woman checked the envelope on which she had jotted down the 
address, and she reviewed the directions that the young man had given her 
over the phone.  Then she squinted carefully at the address over the green 
wood door to the white house.  It all checked out -- this pleasantly homey 
looking house must be Field's Pedigrees, even though there wasn't so much 
as a sign outside.
     It's a wonder they do any business, the gorgeous divorced woman 
thought as she mounted the gray-painted steps to the front door.  It 
occurred to her that maybe she'd better go somewhere else to buy a 
watchdog.  But that man sounded so nice on the phone!  Stella had 
deliberately postponed several other errands that she had to run on her 
day off, just because she was anxious to meet the dog breeder.  He was 
young, she could tell by his voice, and he had sounded positively 
charming!  The magnificently proportioned woman couldn't put off the 
chance to meet another handsome young man.
     She pushed the buzzer beside the door, and found to her relief that 
there was a small bronze plaque above the doorbell, saying, "Field's 
Pedigrees - Please Ring".  There were two other doorbell buttons, and 
Stella guessed that the large old house had probably been divided into 
apartments.  But how could anyone raise dogs in an apartment?
     Her silent question was met with the sudden presence of a tall, 
athletically proportioned man, who seemed to materialize in the doorway.  
He had come around from the back of the house, and Stella turned slightly 
to talk to him.
     "Is this Field's Pedigrees?" she asked politely.
     The young man's eyes were resting uncontrollably on her abnormally 
large firm breasts, which were insufficiently hidden by the jacket of her 
lime green pantsuit.  It was a few embarrassing seconds before he 
answered, "Yes ... yes, it is.  I'm Matt Fields."
     Stella was somewhat taken aback.  You're Matt Fields? she repeated to 
herself.  The man on the phone sounded young, but not this young!  The 
dark-haired man who had just introduced himself couldn't be over twenty-
one, if that!  He was wearing a casual "Keep on Truckin'" t-shirt and a 
pair of cut-off jeans, and his manner suggested a man who was barely out 
of his teens, still retaining the boyish exuberance of his adolescence.
     He smiled as he came nearer the gorgeous woman.  "You must be Mrs. 
Burnside, the lady who called," he said.  "The dogs are out back, if 
you'll follow me ..."
     Stella followed the magnificently muscular young man out to the back 
of the lovely old house.  The huge, dirt yard was partitioned into three 
separate areas, each complete with a running area and individual dog-
houses for the animals in that section.  Matt immediately led the 
fantastic-looking divorcee past a pair of beautiful Samoyeds and a family 
of three slender elegant Afghans to the largest area of the yard which was 
populated by German Shepherds of all sizes and descriptions.
     "You said you wanted a guard dog?" Matt asked, when they had stopped 
by the gate in the fence.
     "That's right," Stella nodded.  "Since my husband left me, my 
daughter and I have had to move into an apartment, and, well, we just 
don't feel safe, all alone there," she confided, eyeing the handsome young 
man sideways.  God, he sure was good-looking.  Stella wondered how her 
daughter Jacqueline would take to a gorgeous guy like Matt Fields.  It 
just might be worth it to invite him over for dinner or something, just to 
give it a try.
     There was definitely something wrong with Jackie, Stella reflected.  
She hoped sincerely that her own stormy marriage to Phil Burnside hadn't 
been the cause of her eighteen year old daughter's unnatural fear of men.  
Since the divorce a year ago, the mother had devoted all her energy to 
helping her daughter adjust to their new life.
     It wasn't that Jackie wasn't pretty!  Lord no!  Jackie Burnside was 
voted homecoming queen of her high school class last year, only she turned 
it down because she was too embarrassed to wear the revealing formal that 
the queen traditionally wore.  The lovely, blonde teenager had the 
greatest pair of tits since Stella herself, but for some reason -- perhaps 
because of Phil's constant leering and crude remarks -- Jacqueline 
Burnside was ashamed of her body.  Even though her father had been gone 
thirteen months already, the pretty blonde still hadn't fully adjusted to 
her own maturity, and now the black-haired mother was worried.
     But, God, Matt looks like such a nice man! she said to herself.  I 
wouldn't mid going to bed with him myself!  Her eyes wandered to the faded 
worn crotch of his cut-offs, and she could just discern the outline of his 
sleeping penis.  It seemed to bulge unconsciously out to the right, as if 
there wasn't room in his pants for both his balls and his cock, and the 
hot-blooded older woman gasped internally.  Jesus, what he must look like 
with  a hard-on!
     Matt was nodding and smiling into her face, totally unaware of the 
scheming thoughts of the older woman.  "I can see how you would feel safer 
with a dog," he said.  Shit, she must have guys climbing in the windows 
with a body like hers!  But he kept his private thoughts to himself, and 
let her into the large pen.  "Most of these are two years old," he 
explained, "from the best litter Roxie here ever produced.  We kept them 
all, instead of selling them as puppies, just so we could train them ...  
These three males ... King, Kaiser, and Klamath -- are your best bet."  He 
snapped his fingers to three perfectly marked black and tan dogs, who came 
running to their master on signal.  Matt continued to explain just exactly 
what the dogs were trained to do and what they were trained not to do, as 
Stella Burnside looked them over scrutinizingly.
     She'd had a dog as child, back in Florida, but when her family had 
moved first to Los Angeles and then to Sacramento, their large boxer Fred 
had to be left behind.  Since that time, and all through her ill-fated 
marriage, the woman hadn't even given a thought to owning a dog, and now, 
she didn't know quite what the was looking for.
     All three German Shepherd brothers stood wagging their tails and 
looking up expectantly at their visitor.  Their eyes shone brightly as if 
they knew inside that this female human held an exciting promise for one 
of them, and they were silently competing for the honor.  King and Klamath 
nudged irritably at each other's shoulders, their long pink tongues 
drooling with anticipation.  Kaiser, slightly bigger than the other two, 
stood apart, quivering at an angle to his litter-mates.  His deep brown 
eyes watched intently Stella Burnside's every move, and when he sensed 
that she was going to lean down and pet someone, he lurched forward to 
make sure he would be that one.
     "Oh, my ..." the black-haired woman laughed.  "You're a friendly boy, 
aren't you!  Oh, my, yes!"  She looked up at Matt, who was watching 
proudly from the gate.  "Would a dog this friendly be any good as a watch 
dog?"
     The athletic-looking young breeder smiled indulgently.  "Oh, sure ... 
Kaiser there is just the dog I was going to recommend for you.  He's super 
with the ladies -- trained as a bodyguard!"  He looked up insinuatingly.  
"But he's very cautious around men.  Do you have any sons or ... or ... 
well, men around?"
     Stella shook her head and pressed her still youthfully smooth cheek 
into the German Shepherd's face.  She caught the suggestive tone of the 
dog breeder's question, but she figured that Kaiser wouldn't object to her 
own private guests.  Why, if she decided to buy this lovable watchdog, 
then she could just keep her men friends out of his way.  The whole 
purpose of having a job was to keep unwanted males away from her and her 
daughter's small, relatively inexpensive apartment.
     It was actually more for Jackie's sake that Stella wanted to buy the 
dog anyway.  After the divorce, the forty year old mother had had to go 
back to the job she had left nineteen years earlier, when she had married 
Phil.  It wasn't the sort of work that was suited to a woman of her age, 
but her voluptuously preserved figure had persuaded the manager of the 
"Double-X Theater" that Stella was still capable of pulling in the 
customers.  What she did was sell tickets in the all-glass booth out in 
front of the movie theater, her brief costume luring men in off the 
streets to view the X-rated pornographic films that were shown inside.  
The hours were late and awkward -- 2PM to Midnight on weekdays, and 4PM 
until 2AM on weekends.  Although she drove her 1969 Porsche, which she had 
won in the suit for divorce, to and from her job, Stella worried about 
leaving young Jacqueline alone in that apartment building.  Anything could 
happen to the beautiful eighteen year old, and then she would be even more 
afraid of men than she was already!
     As for herself, the concerned mother thought, just knowing that the 
dog was there at home would make her job that much easier.  But she did  
hope that Kaiser's wariness of men wouldn't prevent her from having her 
own guests come in!
     But how could she ask young Matt about that, without seeming to be 
some kind of dirty old lady hustler?  Of course, in this particular case, 
she was peripherally interested in the handsome young dog breeder himself, 
but it wasn't always that way.  The image of Stella Burnside as a cock-
hustling slut was a conjecture of Phil Burnside's imagination and no one 
else's.  It had been Phil who had imagined that all his old college 
buddies were after Stella's body, during the early years of their 
marriage.  In fact, that was why, when Jackie was almost four, the 
Burnsides had broken ties with all their old friends, and bought a house 
in Carmichael, a suburb North of Sacramento.
     Things had settled down for two or three years, and then Phil had 
begun imagining that Stella was seeing his neighbors, or fooling around 
with her friends' husbands.  In the quiet, residential neighborhood where 
they lived, Stella Burnside was far and away the most gorgeous looking 
woman around, with her striking jet-black hair and her animated, perfectly 
featured face.  That was not to mention the exaggerated hour-glass of her 
figure.  Even after having Jackie, Stella had a smaller waist than a 
teenager, and her magnificent breasts were the whispered talk of 
Carmichael.  She had long, shapely show-girl legs, flowing gracefully from 
her erotically curved hips and buttocks, and she always dressed to 
perfection, in clothes that showed off her assets nicely.
     Any man in Phil's position as this incredible creature's husband 
would have been watchful, it's true.  But Phil over-reacted.  He took to 
locking Stella in the house all day while he was at work at the Board of 
Equalization, just to make sure that she didn't go out shopping where 
someone might see her and get ideas.  Then, he began accusing her of 
sneaking around behind his back, meeting men he knew and men he merely 
imagined ...  And there was nothing the raven-haired mother could do about 
it!
     When Jackie was twelve, and her young breasts were beginning to bud, 
Phil had taken an inordinate interest in his daughter's development, 
transferring some of his paranoia about his wife to the delicate blonde 
figure of his daughter.  He'd drive Jackie to school, thereby missing an 
hour of work, and then he'd take a late lunch so he could bring her home, 
too.  He imagined that the leering young adolescents in the junior high 
school where she went had only one purpose in life, and that was to get 
inside Jacqueline Burnside's sheer pink panties.  No wonder the girl was 
afraid of men!
     Finally, Phil had insisted that Jackie be enrolled in a girls' high 
school, which was where she attended tenth and eleventh grades.  It was 
this forced near-imprisonment of her daughter three years ago that had 
pushed Stella herself over the edge.  In all the sixteen years of her 
marriage up until then, she had been scrupulously faithful to her husband.  
She had never so much as looked at another man, even though she was ware 
of Phil's meandering.  Once, he had even laid a sexy little secretary at 
an office party, while Stella was right in the next room!  The black-
haired beauty had gone to get a cigarette out of her purse, and as she 
passed the cloakroom door, she'd heard the unmistakable whisperings of her 
own husband, and she'd flung open the door to find him naked from the 
waist down, his long, thick penis sluicing in and out of the damp pink 
cunt of a young blonde secretary, a girl who couldn't have been must older 
than Jackie!
     Stella had prudently refrained from making a scene at the party, and 
she even decided to let this one instance of Phil's infidelity pass, in 
the interest of preserving her family unity.  But then there had been 
another occurrence, not two months later, when he had taken Stella and 
their daughter to dinner at one of the fancy restaurants downtown.  The 
gorgeous mother and her pretty daughter had been excited by the chance to 
dress up, and Phil was in better spirits than he had been for some time.
     Stella had even dared to hope that her husband was finally getting 
over this ridiculous jealousy and over-protectiveness, but as soon as they 
arrived at their reserved table, she had realized the reason for her 
husband's exuberance.  Their waitress was a petite, well-built redhead, 
and the way she unashamedly fluttered her heavily made-up green eyelids at 
Phil Burnside could mean only one thing.  And sure enough, after Phil had 
taken his wife and daughter home, he suddenly remembered that he had left 
his checkbook behind at the restaurant, and he drove all the way back into 
town to retrieve it.  Stella didn't tell him that his checkbook was still 
in his jacket pocket when she hung it up for him after he went back to the 
restaurant.
     But internally, that night marked the change for Stella Burnside.  
Jackie was miserable in the girls' school that was halfway across town, 
and the sensual mother could no longer pretend that her husbands' concern 
was just his male protective instinct.  She began to go out with other 
men, when Jackie was sixteen, knowing that it would only be a matter of 
time before Phil found out.  Mostly, her dates were daytime affairs, with 
men much younger than herself, because men who were her age were all 
working.  A couple of times she had even made it with high school boys, 
all the time imagining how they would be perfect for her daughter Jackie.
     It was also around then that Stella began to notice Jackie's strange 
reaction to men and even boys her own age.  She got frequent phone calls 
from boys, and yet she almost never went out.  Last year, when Phil had 
left, Stella transferred Jackie back to the public high school for her 
senior year, in the hopes that it would help the lovely blonde girl to 
adjust to the fact that she was an attractive female on the brink of 
womanhood who would have to learn to associate with members of the 
opposite sex.  It was at the public high school that the beautiful 
daughter of Phil and Stella Burnside had been elected homecoming queen, 
only to turn down the honor.
     When Jackie graduated from high school last June, Stella had dreams 
of sending her to college, where she would be able to meet scores of 
handsome, eligible men.  But it had been too expensive for Stella to pay 
the fees and tuitions at the state colleges and universities, because 
although Phil was still liable for support payments a long as Jackie was 
in school, the reality of the matter was that little money came, and even 
it was irregular.  That was when the gorgeous divorcee had moved with 
Jackie to a small apartment where all the utilities were paid, and that 
was when she herself had gone back to work.
     Going back to work was what emphasized the need for some kind of 
protection, whether it be a man or dog.  Jackie's schedule at American 
River Junior College, a tuition-free institution not far from the 
Burnsides' new apartment, was almost the exact opposite of Stella's work 
schedule.  The young, perfectly proportioned blonde had classes from 8 in 
the morning until 3 in the afternoon, and often as much as five full days 
would go by when the mother and daughter wouldn't see each other at all!
     And if Stella couldn't be around to look after Jackie, she at least 
wanted to have someone who could.  A smart, loving German Shepherd who was 
trained as a watchdog and bodyguard would be the perfect companion.
     The raven-haired beauty looked again into the dark intelligent eyes 
of the sleek two year old named Kaiser.  A low grumbling vibration shook 
the large dog's chest, and Stella hugged his strong-muscled body close to 
hers, so she could feel the rumble through her ribs.  Something told her 
that this puppy would be the one -- Kaiser was exactly the dog she and 
Jackie needed to have around.
     She raised her eyes to the proudly watching young dog breeder.  Matt 
was a veterinary student at Davis, the University campus near Sacramento, 
and he sincerely enjoyed the way his carefully-raised dogs seemed to charm 
their way into his customers' hearts.  He'd been raising dogs for five 
years, since he was only sixteen, and he knew that dog breeding was 
exactly the right career for him.
     "Yup," he said heartily.  "I think Kaiser here is yours, Mrs. 
Burnside ...  I can tell he already adores you!"  Not that any man alive 
wouldn't adore her, he thought to himself.  A guy'd have to be blind or 
stupid to be unaware of what Stella Burnside has to offer!
     Stella stood up and ran her hands down over the front of her lime 
green jacket, to smooth out the wrinkles.  Her vivacious green eyes 
twinkled suggestively and she subconsciously lowered her eyelids as she 
slowly approached the young, t-shirt clad dog breeder.  "How much will it 
be, Mr. Fields?" she asked, her voice a low, husky purr.  "And how can I 
pay you?"
     Matt Fields was flustered.  Considering all the time and expense that 
it had taken to raise and train Kaiser from a puppy, his normal charge 
would have been $250, but something about the way the older woman was 
talking made him think she was making an alternate suggestion.  But surely 
she's not ... I mean ... she looks too refined to be a ... a ...  He 
couldn't bring himself to complete the thought, not in her striking 
overpowering presence.  But what did she mean "How can I pay you?" if she 
wasn't thinking of an alternative to money?  His young, finely sculpted 
face flushed slightly, and he felt his penis stirring in his cutoffs when 
he finally replied.  "Kaiser is $250, ma'am ... but ... but ..."
     Stella's face fell.  Two hundred and fifty dollars!  That's two 
weeks' take-home pay!  When  she'd come out this morning with the 
intention of buying a good watch dog, she'd withdrawn all her money from 
the bank, thinking that it would surely cover the price of a dog.  But all 
her money was just over $80, and she wouldn't even get paid again until 
Friday.  "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Fields," she stammered, but her eyes were still 
glinting speculatively, "I didn't realize a dog would cost quite so much."
     "He's purebred, Mrs. Burnside," Matt explained sheepishly, as if he 
was embarrassed about his asking price.  But he knew that professional 
kennels could ask up to $500 for a trained German Shepherd puppy, and he 
only sold dogs as a hobby.  "I have his papers in the house, and you get a 
week's supply of food, a regulation leash, and a free book on pet care 
..."
     Stella nodded as he spoke.  "Maybe I could pay on time ...?" she 
suggested, almost as if it was a question.  She was afraid that this young 
man was too innocent and inexperienced to realize what she was hinting at, 
and rather than take the direct approach and proposition him outright, she 
decided to be subtle, and let him suggest whatever he had in mind.
     "Yes, yes, we could do that," Matt said quickly, pulling from his 
back pocket a squashed pack of cigarettes.  It was the first time he had 
smoked since Stella had been here, and she was a little surprised to see a 
man so young lighting up a cigarette.  Of course, he was a few years older 
than Jackie, the older woman reminded herself, and she had seen Jackie 
smoke on occasion, particularly when the blonde teenager was nervous.  
Maybe Matt Fields was nervous now, she reflected, and took advantage of 
the situation.
     "Perhaps, Mr. Fields, I could get you tickets to the theater where I 
work -- the Double-X ..."
     The dark-haired student looked at her suspiciously.  This check works 
in a porno theater?  Christ!  She really needs a dog, if she's not a 
fucking whore!  His cock leaped up in his cut-offs, and he was sure that 
by now his erection was completely obvious to the older woman.  Maybe she 
IS a whore!  He looked at her scrutinizingly, his dark brown eyes 
examining her whole lithe body for some kind of subconscious clue as to 
her occupation.  But to his surprise, the young student found none of the 
mannerisms that he associated with the prostitutes he and his college 
buddies had visited, not too far from where the Double-X Theater was 
located.  Stella Burnside just stared back at him languidly, her green 
eyes flickering provocatively.  Christ, what does she want?  the dog 
breeder wondered.  He didn't want to offend her ... but at the same time, 
he wanted to make the sale.
     "I ... um, it's okay, Mrs. Burnside, about the tickets to the theater 
...  I'll tell you what ...  Could you give me a down payment now, and 
then $25 a week until it's paid off?  That way, well ... you can take 
Kaiser with you now, and ... and ..."  He didn't know what else to say; 
she had put him under some kind of spell.  Just last week a man had been 
over trying to knock the price down on one of his Afghans, and Matt had 
refused.  But something about Mrs. Burnside seemed to put him on the 
defensive, while at the same time, making him want to go all out to please 
her.
     Wow!  Some chicks really have what it takes ... he thought as he went 
inside for Kaiser's papers and a bill of sale.  He found himself wondering 
about Mrs. Burnside's daughter.  Hadn't she said she lived alone with her 
daughter?  Hell, she must be about thirty-five or forty, he mused, even 
though she's built like eighteen!  So her daughter could be anywhere from 
ten to twenty, roughly ...  His brown eyes sparkled when he handed her the 
paper to sign.  Stella Burnside would be coming to see him once a week to 
make the payments, and sometime, she might even bring this daughter she 
talked about.  Hell, any girl with Stella Burnside for a mother would have 
to be built!
     Matt grinned inwardly as he handed Stella Kaiser's leash, and helped 
her carry the food to the car.  He'd be looking forward to next Friday all 
right -- that was for sure!
     It was nearly three in the afternoon when the voluptuous divorcee led 
the eagerly exploring puppy up to the second floor of the apartment 
building that was to be his new home.  At least the owners of the building 
permitted pets ...  They had to, because Stella had heard it rumored that 
they had four dogs of their own, even though they lived out in the suburbs 
and not in one of the apartments they operated.  Now that the Burnsides 
had a dog, four out of the five families on the second floor had pets of 
some kind, and so far, the animals had caused no problems.
     Jackie wasn't home from school yet, so Stella fixed herself a Scotch 
over and sat down to watch an afternoon game show.  She took Kaiser off 
his leash, and let him wander around the one-bedroom apartment and small 
sun-deck that overlooked the swimming pool.  Before she'd gone out this 
morning, Stella had bunched up some old blankets in one corner of the 
deck, intending to make a sort of bed for the dog, but Kaiser merely 
sniffed at the blankets and came inside to curl up on one end of the day-
bed, which served as Jackie's bed at night.
     Oh, well, Stella thought, he'll get used to sleeping in his own bed 
eventually ...
     She left the television set going, noiselessly, and went into the 
bedroom to take a nap.  She'd slept only four hours last night as it was, 
and Jackie would surely be home soon, so she wouldn't sleep too long.  She 
left a note on the refrigerator for her daughter, explaining Kaiser's 
presence, so Jackie wouldn't be alarmed at seeing a strange dog in the 
apartment.
     But Stella must have been emotionally exhausted, because when her 
lovely blonde daughter did arrive, the older woman didn't even wake up to 
Kaiser's growls.
     "Oh!  Eeeee!" Jackie squealed upon opening the door.  "Wh-what are 
you doing here?"  She was addressing the dog, forgetting, for a moment, 
that it was her mother's day off and that she should be home somewhere.  
The tall, well-proportioned blonde shivered into the corner of the tiny 
kitchenette, bumping backwards into the refrigerator in her fright.  
Kaiser came toward her, wagging his tail happily as soon as he recognized 
the same scent he had picked up from the day-bed.  Whoever this jittery 
female was, he knew that she belonged here just as much as the older woman 
did who had so recently bought him from his former master.
     "Ugh, go away ..." Jackie whispered fearfully, until she felt the 
refrigerator door handle with her elbow and whirled around to see the 
note.  Her eyes widened and her face relaxed as the eighteen year old coed 
read what her mother had written.  Then she looked back at the dog, 
noticing, for the first time, what a really spectacular animal he was, a 
perfect specimen of his breed.  His markings were absolutely symmetrical, 
and his coat was shiny and sleek.  His eyes were friendly and expressive, 
and all at once Jackie bent down to cuddle him.
     "Ooooooh, there's a gooooood boy, Kaiser ...  I'm sorry I yelled at 
you, boy.  I just hadn't met you yet, had I? ...  Good dog, Kaiser ..."
     The black and tan dog nuzzled up close to the sweet-smelling younger 
girl, reflecting, to himself, the similarity between this new human and 
the one who had retired to the other room.  At the same time, he sensed 
that the blonde girl who was stroking him was young -- perhaps too young 
-- but there was a gentleness about her nature that the older woman didn't 
have.  Instinctively, Kaiser knew that this female was more like him, for 
at two, he was still a lively, exuberant puppy.  Impulsively, he thrust 
out his long pink tongue, running it along the inside of her wrist to show 
the affection he already felt for her.
     "Ooooh, what a friendly dog you are!" Jackie cooed.  She'd never had 
a pet, partially because her father hadn't liked animals that much, but 
she had always felt at ease around the dogs and cats that her girlfriends 
owned.  Her native apprehensiveness prevented her from being the kind of 
person known as an animal lover, someone who goes around gushing over 
every dog or cat that comes along, but still, Jackie felt a kind of 
kinship with the animals she knew, and she could feel a kinship rapidly 
developing between herself and this new dog, Kaiser.
     "Did Mother feed you yet, Kaiser?" she asked, noticing the huge bag 
of dry dog food on the kitchen sink.  "Are you hungry?"
     Kaiser merely wagged his tail and hung his tongue out as he followed 
the pretty new mistress toward the sink.  It was till September, and 
Sacramento was warm this time of year, so it wasn't surprising that Jackie 
wore no hose, just a pair of sandals and a conservative, but alluring 
summer dress.  The German Shepherd stroked his face across her bare calf, 
growling unconsciously with the silky soft smoothness of her tanned skin.  
Jackie twitched when his cold dog nose contacted her summer-warm leg, and 
she instinctively pulled her leg away.
     "Oh, what are you doing, Kaiser?" she asked in annoyance.  "My, God 
..."
     Instead of moving away at her reprimand, the Shepherd nuzzled in 
closer, letting his tongue lap up her leg past her knee, his head 
insinuating itself up her dress!
     The startled blonde girl dropped the dish she'd gotten down from the 
cupboard and jumped to the other side of the room.  "Kaiser, no!  NO!  Did 
they train you to do that?"  When she asked it, it was merely a rhetorical 
question, intended to make the animal feel guilty for his lack of 
prudence.  But as soon as she heard her own words, she grabbed the note 
from her mother again.
     "Kaiser is a watchdog and bodyguard," the note said, "and he's 
supposed to like women ..."
     "Like women?" Jackie repeated aloud.  "Like women how?"  As she 
looked down into the eyes of the dog that was watching her so intently, a 
cold shudder of apprehension gripped her.  She stood absolutely still as 
the dog boldly approached her again, this time sticking his head right up 
the front of her dress, snaking his long dog tongue out to lap at the 
crotchband of her panties!
     "Oh! ...  Oooooooh ..." Jackie shivered.  When she stepped forward, 
Kaiser stepped backward, his head still embedded between her trembling 
virgin thighs.  When she stepped back, Kaiser stepped forward ...  He 
followed her that way all the way into the living room, where the blonde 
teenager sat down in front of the soundlessly flickering TV set, trembling 
at Kaiser's touch.
     She didn't realize that the fact that the TV was on meant that her 
mother was home.  She had gotten so used to Stella's being gone to work by 
the time she came home from the college, that it was always a surprise to 
walk in and find her mother here, puttering around the house or fixing 
dinner.  Today, however, her mother was asleep, and to Jackie, she might 
as well have been at work.
     "Oh, God, Kaiser ...  Oh, God, you can't do that ..." Jacqueline was 
whispering to the friendly dog.  "Didn't they teach you not to do that?  
Oh, God!  How can I make you stop licking me?"  Her big, blue-green eyes 
were dilated fearfully as she lay back on the cushions atop the mattress 
of the daybed.  The eager German Shepherd puppy leapt up beside her, his 
nose still buried in her secret, forbidden loins as he slurped his tongue 
in and around the crotchband of her panties, tasting the faintly sweet 
flavor of her untried femininity.
     Jackie had never felt a man touch her there before, let alone a dog!  
In fact, the only person who had ever stroked her warm sexual slit had 
been Jackie herself, during one of her infrequent, guilt-ridden 
masturbation sessions.  She knew it was wrong to touch herself there, but 
sometimes she just had to do something, and her father's strictness had 
banished any other thoughts from her pretty, inexperienced young head.
     But now, something totally unexpected was happening to the innocent 
teenager.  She was feeling the flickers of arousal that she had felt when 
her own small fingers played between her vaginal lips, and as she looked 
down at the dog who was causing them, she could see his thickening red 
penis slipping ever-so-slightly out of its well-concealed sheath, the 
tiniest drop of semen appearing on its bright, gleaming tip.  Kaiser knew 
what he wanted, but he had been carefully trained to please his master or 
mistress, and he was waiting for some kind of sign from the young girl 
that it was okay to go ahead.
     Jackie, however, was too confused to give any clear signals of any 
kind.  The sheer, unprepared for eroticism of the situation that had met 
her at home this afternoon was making her almost giddy, unable to think

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straight about what she should do.  Surely this was wrong ... to let a dog 
lap up between her legs.  And yet ... and yet it felt so good!  Her father 
couldn't say she was a slut or a tramp -- she wasn't letting a man touch 
her private parts.  Kaiser was just an animal, a mindless beast with no 
intention of harming her or degrading her.  Oh, God, what can I do?  What 
SHOULD I do?
     She watched the handsome dog with forbidden eagerness, her eyes 
ablaze and a sheen of licentious saliva coating her naturally red lips.  
Every move the muscular animal made caused her knees to tremble, as she 
lay into the softness of her own little mattress with the huge German 
Shepherd at her side.  Unimaginable sensations of frenetic lust stabbed 
into her up between her thighs, as she realized that Kaiser understood 
what he was doing to her.  He was aware that his tongue was lapping 
dangerously close to her burning pussy slit, so moist that it was almost 
dripping into the damp crotchband of her panties.
     "Aaaaaaahh ..." Jackie sighed, as the beautiful darling's long thick 
tongue curled underneath her silken panties to slide wetly between the 
fervid, sensitive lips of her passionate virgin pussy.  Before she knew 
what was happening, Kaiser's tongue had laved its way up to the mouth of 
her desire-inflamed vagina, drawing upward to encounter the mysterious 
electrical bud of her clitoris.
     "Ooooooh, God ... fan-taaasss-tic!" the teenager gurgled 
ecstatically.  She pressed her fingers into his furry head as his lewdly 
nuzzling nose assaulted the most inner recesses of her secret being.  
Kaiser repeated his lingual caress, drawing gasps of wild, intoxicated 
pleasure from the innocent teenager, singeing her vulnerable young loins 
as she unconsciously pushed her whole pussy mound up to him.  His 
deliciously lustful licking of her erotically steaming vagina was rapidly 
causing her to sink into an entirely unknown world of carnal bliss, 
driving her wild with the mind-bending sensations from his long, eager 
tongue.
     Kaiser himself could hardly contain his excitement.  The household 
near the center of town where he had spent both his two years of life had 
only been occupied by an occasional girlfriend of his master or his 
master's roommate.  He'd had precious little chance to lick and suck the 
sweet human nectar he had so accidentally discovered that he liked, and 
somewhere back in his dog-brain, he had been looking forward to the time 
when he could actually embed his scarlet penis right between some human 
woman's legs.  Usually, when he had gotten friendly with a woman who came 
to buy a dog, the woman's husband had jealously guided her away, and 
Kaiser had subconsciously developed a repugnance for human males, with the 
exception, of course, of his master and his master's roommate.
     But now, this gorgeous blonde woman was completely alone, and there 
wasn't a trace of man-scent on her bed, a fact which made Kaiser ecstatic.  
He licked enthusiastically through the sparse blonde wisps of her pubic 
hair as she uncontrollably reached down with her own small hand to hold 
her panty crotch aside to afford him better access to her seething cunt.  
His blood raced hotly through his veins, and his pink dripping penis 
extended even further from its dark enclosure.  The delicate scent of her 
rousing loin-spill, flowing outward from her virgin cunt filled his keen 
nostrils and made them flare.  He stroked with increasing urgency and 
ardor the moistened, silky pink flesh between her sensuously spread 
thighs.  His strong German Shepherd heart beat wildly at her fresh 
feminine odor, as she now moaned continuously in time to the long, swiping 
thrusts of his tongue.
     "Oh, God, Kaiser ... ooooohhhh, Godd! ...  It feels soooo good ...  
It's so fantastic to feel your gorgeous tongue on my pussy, Kaiser ...  
Oh, yes!  OH, YESSSS!" She hissed through passion-clenched teeth, her eyes 
tightly shut, her neck muscles straining as her beautiful blonde head 
lolled back, rolling all of her long, cornsilk hair over her shoulders and 
back, sliding it sensuously over her firmly rounded teenage buttocks.  A 
blue vein throbbed ardently in her temple as all of her healthy young 
being gave itself over to the sheer, exquisite joy of having her cunt 
lapped by an animal with such a marvelous instinctual understanding of the 
human female body.
     "Just keep licking, boy ... keep licking my pussy, you wonderful dog!  
Oooohhhmmmm ...  Oh, aaaahhh, I can't wait ...  I know I'm going to cum 
from your tongue, Kaiser ...  I can feel it ...  Oh, God, don't do 
anything but suck me there!  Kkkeeeeep sucking ...  Lick me, Darling!"
     Every nerve ending in her body seemed to scream out for completion 
... completion in the form of her first, real, blinding orgasm!
     Unconsciously she strained for it, forcing her young, seething pelvis 
right up into the black and tan dog's nose.  Her naturally ruby lips bared 
back over her pearly white teeth, as she uttered guttural, animalistic 
growls from the depths of her diaphragm.
     But then it stopped!  The delicious, tantalizing, tormenting tongue-
fucking stopped!  The lewdly splayed out girl opened her clear turquoise 
eyes in agony, as Kaiser stood up on the day-bed, and perked up his 
sensitive ears.  There was a noise coming from the bedroom ...  There was 
someone moving around on her mother's bed!
     Jackie sat upright, fearfully pulling her dress back down over her 
lust moistened panties.
     "Mother?  Is that you?" she called bravely, in a quivering voice.  
Kaiser leapt down off the couch and trotted eagerly toward the closed door 
of the bedroom, his tail wagging proudly in the air.  Oh, God, I should 
have known!  It's Mother's day off!



Chapter 2

     "Jackie, darling, is that you?" Stella Burnside's sleepy-sounding 
voice called from the other room.  Kaiser growled involuntarily at his new 
mistress's voice, and he thumped against the closed bedroom door with his 
tail.  "Oh, yes!" the black-haired divorcee said suddenly, reminded of the 
new member of her family by the thumping of his wagging tail.  "Jackie, 
have you met Kaiser?  He's going to be our new Daddy, aren't you Kaiser?"
     The door to the single bedroom in the small apartment flung open, and 
the voluptuous mother appeared in a long, flamingo red dressing gown, the 
filmy material of which clung alluringly to her maturely rounded curves.  
She had let her jet black hair down for her short afternoon snooze, and 
now it hung in a  long shining cape all the way down her back.
     Jackie Burnside was blushing uncontrollably as her mother walked in.  
She realized fully that she had almost allowed herself to give in to the 
sinful carnal pleasures of the dog's lewd, sodomizing tongue sluicing up 
and down between her youthfully heated legs.  And all the while her mother 
had been right there in the bedroom, perfectly able to hear every grunt 
and moan ... every wail of rapturous desire.  Oh, God, the girl groaned 
inwardly.  How could I forget it was Mother's day off?  She shook her head 
and dared not look up.  And I almost let him do it!  I almost let Kaiser 
lick ... oh, God ...  I almost let him suck my pussy!
     The blonde teenager automatically scooted over on the day-bed to make 
room for her mother to sit down beside her.  She focused her clear, blue-
green eyes on the silent TV set, pretending to be absorbed in the 
afternoon movie as her hands crept down to smooth her skirt down over her 
rumpled panties and trembling tanned thighs.
     "How was school, honey?" the older woman said absently, sliding in 
beside her daughter.  "I'm sorry I didn't wait until you got home before I 
went out to the breeder's, but I phoned him first, and he said he would be 
out this afternoon, or something ...  I think he's a student, too, just 
like you are ..."  She glanced sideways at the girl, her expression, as 
always, hopeful that something might spark the teenager's prurient 
interest.
     "Oh --?" Jackie responded disinterestedly.  "That's okay ...  I mean 
about not taking me with you.  I'm sure I couldn't have picked out a 
better dog than Kaiser."  She smiled calmly at the still eagerly quivering 
German Shepherd who had planted himself between the firmly curing calves 
of the two gorgeous women.  Her small hand crept down to pat him lightly 
on the head, but the subtle pressure of her fingers behind his ears 
signaled something more than just familial affection for the newcomer.
     "No, I don't think you could have," Stella answered, her green eyes 
fixed on her daughter's small hand on Kaiser's head.  A tiny flickering 
hint of salaciousness flashed across the mother's mind, but she discarded 
it almost as soon as it occurred to her.  Not Jackie, she thought.  I've 
heard it about some women ... but not my Jackie!  But it would have been 
fun to meet the dog breeder, I think ..."  Her whole face sparkled with 
anticipation as she introduced her favorite subject -- young men!
     Jacqueline shuddered.  She could tell already that her mother was 
going to launch into one of her "get-out-and-meet-some-boys" lectures.  It 
always started the same way, with Stella telling her about this or that 
boy whom she had met recently.  Then she'd go on about how nice he would 
look with Jackie, and how fantastic young men could make you feel.  
Recently -- especially since her father had left them -- Jackie's mother 
would even hint about sex, and intercourse!  It made the poor teenager 
wince!
     Stella sensed her daughter's reluctance to discuss the handsome young 
dog breeder, but she was determined to have her say anyway.  Now that they 
had Kaiser for protection, there was no reason in the world for Jackie to 
continue her unnatural avoidance of all men.  "Honestly, honey, he was the 
nicest young man!  He had dark, wavy hair -- not too long, about to the 
bottom of his ears.  And his eyes!  God, darling, he just had the most 
fantastic dark brown eyes ...  I could just tell, looking at him, what a 
stunning couple you would make ..."
     "Oh mother, stop it!" the eighteen-year-old said irritably.  I've met 
the nicest man myself, she said to herself.  A nice man dog ...  Her 
naturally cherry lips curled at the corners into a silent, private smile, 
as her fingers scratched again behind Kaiser's ears.
     "Jackie, just hear me out!" Stella exclaimed, holding her ground.  
The ex-wife of Phil Burnside was a headstrong, iron-willed woman, and she 
fully intended to do exactly what she thought was best for her troubled 
young daughter.  And anyway, the mother consoled herself, it wasn't as if 
she was trying to get Jackie to do anything.  All she wanted to do was get 
the young girl to listen!
     "Okay, Mother," the blonde girl replied sullenly.  "But if you're 
going to try to fix me up with a date again ..."  She didn't finish the 
sentence.  She didn't have to.  Stella knew well enough what the pretty 
blonde teenager was referring to.  It was that ill-fated blind date she 
had arranged for Jackie last summer.
     Gary Starkoff was a football player who had graduated from high 
school in June, in the same class with Jackie.  He'd taken a summer job in 
his father's stationery store, two doors down from the Double-X Theater, 
and like every other red-blooded man in the area, he had become 
immediately infatuated with the magnificently proportioned older woman who 
sold tickets in the glass booth out front.  He'd invent excuses to walk 
by, and when the stationery store closed at five, he'd come over to talk 
to Stella between movies.  A couple of times, she even gave him tickets to 
see an especially exciting feature, like the time Candy Knockers came to 
the stage in person.
     Stella had never personally had anything to do with young Gary 
Starkoff, although Lord knows she would have liked to.  He was one of 
those Eastern European broad-faced, husky types -- a strapping big boy 
with maturely broad shoulders and an endearing, almost innocent smile.  
His eyes were intense, cadet blue, his hair was sandy blonde-brown, and he 
lumbered around like a kindly bear.
     One night, he had heard Stella answering the phone which was hooked 
up to the ticket booth, and he had gasped in disbelief when he heard her 
say into the receiver, "Yes, this is Mrs. Burnside ..."
     When she hung up, Gary croaked, "A-Are you Jacqueline Burnside's 
mother?"  Around school, Jackie Burnside had a king of prudish, hands-off 
reputation, and Gary Starkoff couldn't believe that the open, friendly 
ticket-seller could possibly be related to the standoffish classy chick 
who had been his classmate.  But as he looked again at the dark-haired 
mother in the glass booth, he recognized the fine proportions, the 
statuesque beauty, and superb curves of the blonde girl in his high school 
class.  It was incredible.
     "Why, yes, Gary, I am!" Stella had replied in a pleased tone.  She 
lost no time in setting up a date for the young man and her daughter, 
thinking to herself that if any boy could get through to Jackie, charming 
young Gary Starkoff should be able to!
     Gary had decided to take Jackie to a drive-in movie.  The blonde 
teenager knew that her father would have flatly refused, but Stella was 
absolutely thrilled, and sent them off immediately.
     At first, Jackie thought that Gary was polite and thoughtful, but 
early in the second feature, his hands began to wander sensuously over her 
firm, youthful curves, pausing suggestively over the large, rounded mounds 
of her nipple-peaked breasts.  Unconsciously, the teenager's tiny pink 
nipples spiked up hard under Gary's fervent caresses through her tightly 
fitting sweater, and she shuddered convulsively with the unwanted, 
unexpected sensation.
     "OOooooh ..." Jackie moaned over the muffled sound of the movie.  
Gary had surreptitiously turned the volume down, so they couldn't really 
make out what was being said, but the hum of the sound track made a 
pleasant background to conversation for the teenager's encounter.  Gary's 
experienced fingers found the hem-line of the young blonde girl's sweater, 
easing it up so he could stroke and massage the smooth tanned skin of her 
flat belly and slender, indented waist.  Jackie groaned and squirmed away, 
knowing in her mind that what the just-graduated high school senior was 
doing to her was wrong and forbidden.  But strangely, her body didn't seem 
to agree with her mind's conclusions, and she found herself leaning toward 
the football player's strong-muscled chest while he continued to run his 
hands over her tingling virginal flesh.
     When the dusty-blond boy's face zoomed in close to hers, so close 
that she could feel the hot rasps of his breath, Jackie could hardly force 
herself to turn away!  Every fiber of her young, inexperienced being was 
tense and taut with anticipation, and she arched her neck so that her 
full, ruby red lips were parted sensuously just below Gary's freshly 
shaved chin, and she didn't even resist when he clamped his hot mouth down 
over hers.  His long, wet tongue shot lewdly between her surprised lips, 
and his cheeks suctioned voraciously until she thought that her whole 
mouth would slide right down his throat!
     The excited, youthful athlete held the kiss for what seemed like 
hours and his hands grasped firmly the thin jersey of Jackie's light 
sweater, yanking it roughly up over her shoulders until it encircled her 
neck like a bulky, bunched up necklace.  His big, roughly calloused hands 
were at her bra hook immediately, groping frantically to release her full 
female mounds from the confines of the skimpy white brassiere her mother 
had bought for her deliberately.  It was only then that Jackies turquoise 
eyes flew open in dismay, and she jerked against the youths firm body.
     "Mmmm ...  MMMMPH!" she sputtered into his hotly clasping mouth.  
"Oh!" she gasped, pushing against him with both hands to free herself from 
his intense, dangerous grip.  "Gary, dont ...  Oh, God, please I ..."
     The young football player grinned menacingly as Jackie looked down 
and saw that her upper torso was almost naked.  Her slinky blue sweater 
was bunched up around her neck and her brassiere was hanging precariously 
from the heaving fleshy orbs of her lushly ripened breasts, threatening to 
fall off completely as soon as the last hook was loosened.  Instinctively, 
her small hands flew up to cover her virginal exposure and pull her 
sweater down, but the sudden movement only served to release the last tiny 
hook-and-eye of her bra clasp.
     "Oooooooh...Ooooo nnnooo," she wailed shamefully, as the filmy 
garment fell to the car seat, revealing the painfully distended melons of 
her breasts to the young boys lustful gaze.
     "Jesus Christ!" Gary sputtered.  His cock was growing impossibly 
inside his jeans, and he yanked his fly zipped down desperately when his 
eyes first caught the sight of Stella Burnsides daughters firmly 
mounding breasts.  To himself he remarked, I bet theyre as big as her old 
ladys tits!  In his comparatively vast experience, the hot-blooded high 
school football player had seen a lot of girls tits -- and, yes, even 
some grown womans adult breasts, too -- but never before had he laid eyes 
on quite so fine a pair as Jackie Burnsides.  He released his blood-
filled cock from the confines of his pants and began stroking it 
automatically, skinning back the thick foreskin to expose the shiny, 
purpling head.
     Jackie gasped again when she saw what her companion was doing.  She 
tried to pull her sweater down again, but she was trembling so badly in 
her apprehension that she succeeded only in half-covering her body, and 
one heaving breast still protruded lusciously from under the bunched up 
blue sweater.  Her eyes were riveted uncontrollably on the youths hugely 
blood-engorged penis, and she recoiled fearfully when he took it in one 
palm and shook it at her.
     "You like my old cock?" Gary rasped lewdly.  "You want to taste my 
head ... or would you rather I stuck it up your tight little cunt?"
     His obscenely crude words made the innocent young girl wince, but 
deep inside her belly, she felt a strange lurching of arousal, almost as 
if her body was responding of its own volition to what the young boy was 
saying and doing.  Aloud, Jackie said nothing -- she was speechless in her 
aroused confusion, but her mind whirled insanely.  Oh, God, did Mother 
know he was going to do this?  What did she think I would do?  Oh, God!  
What would Daddy think?  I just can't let this happen!  I can't ... but 
... but what can I do?
     "Come on, Baby," the youth prompted her, gaining boldness with his 
increased arousal.  He could feel his whole pelvis beginning to rock with 
the rhythm of his own masturbating strokes, and the nearness of the 
beautiful, inaccessible teenaged blonde was almost making him cum.  
Christ, he had to stick it to her!  He longed to tear that short summer 
skirt off her slender rounded hips and am his throbbing erection right up 
her pussy, but he knew that it would take too long.  His eyes rested on 
the frightened young girls mouth, and he hunched his hips up off the car 
seat as he pulled her shoulders toward him with his free hand.  "Oooooh, 
shit, Jackie!  Youve just got to suck my cock!  My balls are aching like 
hell!"
     The blonde girl jerked back, as her breasts swayed crazily over 
Garys muscular chest.  "Oh, n-noo!  I-I couldnt!"
     "Jesus Christ, girl!" the young boy sputtered angrily.  He reached up 
under her skirt and yanked down the wispy thin nylon panties from her hips 
and buttocks, not even stopping when he heard them tear with his hasty 
carelessness.  His thick, masculine fingers were working at the softly 
fuzzy mound of her young pubis, and Jackie moaned and groaned in a 
combination of forbidden arousal and irrational fear.  It wasnt long 
before Garys invading fingers were playing at the involuntarily 
moistening lips of her virginal cunt, separating them teasingly and 
tickling up between their soft, coraline dampness.
     "Oooooaaaaah," Jackie shivered, letting her body slide down on the 
seat so that Gary could better reach her twitching, tingling pussy flesh.  
Her mind was totally numbed by the ecstatic, electric sensations that 
seemed to be coursing through her body, and she could feel herself slowly 
slipping into the bottomless abyss of forbidden, lewd pleasure, that was 
sure to lead to her ultimate downfall.
     But suddenly, there was a blaring of trumpets from the speaker that 
still hung forgotten over the car window, announcing the intermission.  
One after another, several lights flickered on to guide movie-goers to the 
snack bar or the exits, and Gary Starkoff looked up in annoyance.
     "Well, fucking hell!" he growled.  "You God-damned little prick-
teaser!  You knew the show was almost over, didnt you?" he asked 
accusingly.  "You fucking well knew that all you had to do was stall 
around like some kind of damn virgin and then you could leave me with a 
fucking hard-on ..."  His deep blue eyes flashed angrily, and he started 
the car engine even before Jackie had a chance to retrieve her discarded 
garments.
     There were tears in her eyes as Gary sped toward her home, and her 
poor, unaccustomed cunt was twitching involuntarily in unsatiated 
anticipation.  She had never known that such intense need could exist 
between her own two legs, and for the moment, she was almost ready to 
accept her mothers contention that sex was what made the world go around.  
But as the unfulfilled and angry youth neared the apartment that Jackie 
and her mother had rented, the blonde teenaged girl suddenly felt 
relieved, as she realized just how near she had come to giving up her 
chaste status to a boy who was really more a friend of her mother's than 
her own.
     "God, that was close!"  she thought to herself that night, as she 
fingered herself to orgasm in the living room before her mother got home 
from work.  She tried to imagine that her small thin fingers were Gary's 
huge round ones -- or perhaps even his cock, which she had gotten a 
glimpse of in all its full, erected glory in the darkness of the car.  For 
the first time that night, Jackie remembered dreaming about a boy -- as 
her sleep-visions were filled with huge, blood-engorged penises.
     Now, nearly two months later, Jackie still couldn't forgive her 
mother for causing her such confusing, frustrating embarrassment as she 
had inadvertantly caused by arranging the date with young Gary Starkoff.
     "Oh, Darling ...  Gary just wasn't very mature ...  But Matt Fields 
is the most charming and polite young man.  I'm sure he's a student -- and 
he has his own little dog breeding business.  I'm not trying to make you 




marry him or anything, you know ...  I'm just asking you to meet him!"
     "Oh, Mother, I know!" Jackie sighed with a wan little smile.  But 
inwardly, she was thinking, If he wanted to meet me he would meet me 
himself ... and Mother wouldn't have to go around trying to catch him for 
me!  It always made her a little bit jealous instinctively whenever she 
realized that probably all the boys her mother brought home ostensibly for 
her would actually prefer the older woman.  It had been that way with Gary 
Starkoff, anyway, for after the ill-fated "date" with Jackie Burnside, he 
had made several deliberate passes at Stella, going so far as obtaining a 
fake ID so that he could take her to a bar one night after she got off 
work.  The black-haired mother had fended off the younger boy's passes for 
the sake of her daughter, but the knowledge was still there.  Men just 
like Mom better!  Jackie thought defensively.  So there's no point in me 
going out with Mother's friends!  Besides, she thought consolingly, as her 
eyes wandered back to the strong, eager German Shepherd, I have another 
friend now anyway!
     "Okay, Jackie ..." Stella said with a tone of finality.  "I won't 
make you meet him, but I just might invite him over sometime ..."  Her 
catlike green eyes glinted speculatively, as she recalled the deliberate 
arrangement she had made with the dark-haired dog breeder to pay once a 
week for the gorgeous young dog.  Surely Matt wouldn't mind coming to the 
apartment sometime, to pick up the payment!  And this Friday was as good a 
time as any ...
     It was easier to arrange than even the shrewdly conniving divorcee 
imagined.  On Thursday evening, she saw Matt Fields while she was working 
at the Double-X!
     "Hey, Mrs. Burnside!" he called jovially from the other side of the 
street.  She still actually did sell tickets to the hottest sex theater in 
town!  He ran across the street to greet her.
     "Why, hello, Matt," she said softly, her lovely mouth curving into a 
smile.  It was in the middle of a movie, so there were no men gathered 
around the theater the way there usually were.  The curvaceous black-
haired mother stepped daintily out from the glass booth for a moment, to 
let the younger man feel her heady presence in her brief, revealing 
working costume.  "I was just thinking about you," she added soberly.
     The curly-haired dog breeder's eyes lit up.  "You were?" he asked, 
his voice betraying his excitement.  He could feel his heart beginning to 
pound and his penis stirred restlessly in his pants.  Christ, this dame 
was something else!
     "Yes," Stella responded.  "It's about tomorrow ...  You see, I get 
paid tomorrow, but I also have to work until two in the morning, so ...  
Well, I think you would have to go to my apartment and pick the money up 
from my daughter ...  She'll cash my check at the bank for me and then she 
can pay you ..."
     "Oh ... is that all?" Matt replied a little sadly.  He did wonder 
briefly what Mrs. Burnside's daughter would be like, but he couldn't 
conceal his disappointment that he wouldn't have the opportunity of 
meeting the older woman alone.  She had that magnetic, sexual quality 
about her that boys Matt's age hardly knew about, except by watching old 
movies.  Most women Matt's age were more independent and practical, having 
lost that seductive aura that Mrs. Burnside displayed so voluptuously.
     Stella looked up at him through the corners of her eyes.  Her 
maturely alert ears had picked up the tone of regret in the young man's 
voice, and for an instant she thought to herself. God, he's so young and 
virile ...  If it wasn't for Jackie, I'd take him myself!  She glanced 
into the glass booth and looked at the clock.  It was almost eight, and 
the second film didn't start until 9:15.  Normally, the voluptuous ticket-
seller took her dinner break in the theater office inside, but ...  Oh 
what the hell!  I might as well go out to "dinner!"
     She smiled at the brown-eyed young man who had sold her the dog.  
"Tell you what, Matt," she said, "I get off in a few minutes for dinner 
...  Would you like to share it with me?"
     "Shit, yes," the college student burst out, before he knew what he 
was saying.  It didn't matter that there were very few reasonable 
restaurants in this part of town, or that he had just eaten dinner 
himself.  The chance to be alone with Stella Burnside was absolutely 
overpowering, and like tens of young men before him, Matt Fields was 
reeling mentally with the forbidden possibilities.
     Stella was a light eater, and bought an apple and a Scotch-and-soda 
from the proprietor of a bar next door to the Double-X.  Then she led 
young Matt up the back staircase of the dark, dingy theater, to a small, 
partitioned off cloak room, which was labeled, "Female Employees Only."
     "This is the woman's lounge," Stella said wryly with a little smile, 
"but at the moment, Ginger and I are the only women employed by the 
Double-X, so when I'm here, it's mine, and when she's here, it's her's 
..."  She hung up her light summer coat and sat down beside her guest on 
the low, hard couch.
     Through the thin, plaster-board partition, Matt could hear the 
muffled sounds of the movie filtering in through the thick smoke of the 
theater .
     "Aaaaaah," a woman's voice was purring, "It's sooooo biiiiggg!"
     Matt looked up at his hostess with a lewd twinkle in his eyes.  He 
made no secret of his huge hard-on anymore, and he even boldly loosened 
his pants to give himself room to breathe.  Stella planted her sensual, 
heavily-scented body only a hair's breath from his firm-muscled thigh, and 
his whole body twitched with her nearness.
     "Aaaauugggh ... Jeeeesus!" a male voice groaned from the theater.  
"Uuuggghh ... uuuunnnhhh ..."
     Stella smiled again.  "I bet you'd like to see the movie, wouldn't 
you?" she whispered.
     Matt gulped, and grunted, "I can think of something I'd rather see!"  
His eyes fastened on the low-cut neckline of her brief costume, and his 
mind tore away the obscenely arousing garment.
     "Oh?" the seductress prompted, arching her back so her huge breasts 
were thrust even further forward, looking as if they were going to burst 
right out of her shimmering red hostess dress.
     "Yes!" the college man growled, and his big, masculine hands groped 
forward uncontrollably, dipping into that deep vee and grasping tightly to 
both her gigantic, firmly fleshed female mounds.  "I'd like to get a load 
of your fantastic tits!"  He roughly pulled them out of the tight-fitting 
bodice of her costume, lunging forward with his head to suck first one 
taut brown nipple and then the other.  His hands dug into the soft white 
flesh of each quivering breast, pulling them up and all the way out of the 
alluring red outfit.
     "Oh, my!  Matt!" Stella squealed in amazement.  It wasn't that she 
was shocked or surprised by his sudden aggression, but she hadn't exactly 
been prepared for it.  Usually, when she was dealing with a young man, it 
was Stella herself who had to take the initiative.  But this dark-haired 
dog breeder seemed to know more than he was letting on, and the gorgeous 
divorcee was instantly admiring.  God, it's a good thing I didn't send him 
home to Jackie, she thought to herself.  He'd have scared her off for 
sure!
     Stella reached back and let down the short zipper that held her 
skimpy dress together, to subtly help the dog breeder with his arduous 
task.  Her huge breasts swayed and bobbed with their mutual effort, and 
she knew that they were enough to give Matt -- or any other man -- a hard-
on with precious little else required.  Her long, shining black hair 
assisted the opulence of her full, perfectly proportioned contours.  
Although she was massively build au balcon Stella Burnside had the 
tiniest, girlish waist which flared outward into a full firm pair of hips 
that were just made for bedroom games.  If Phil hadn't been so preoccupied 
with "protecting" his former wife, perhaps he might have had time for some 
of those bedroom games himself.  But as it was, young men doted on her 
motherly proportions every bit as much as she adored their hard young 
muscles, and the voluptuous divorcee often remarked on the good fortune 
she had had to be free while she was still enticing enough to enjoy it!
     Matt began reflexively stroking himself, his young mouth hanging 
open.  The grunts and groans from the movie screen were still filtering 
into the small, makeshift cloak room, and combined with the sight of the 
most magnificent female body he had ever seen, the obscene love-sounds 
were enough to make his balls ache.      "Oh, Jesus God!" the curly-
haired student mumbled, his mouth capturing one luscious breast again as 
his eyes feasted on the sight of her nakedly wispy cuntal vee.  By looking 
down through the corners of his eyes, he could see the thinly lipped 
little slit of the older woman's vagina, moistening slightly with her 
shimmery liquid secretion.
     The gorgeous theater ticket-seller was completely naked, now, 
although in all honesty, Matt couldn't see how she had managed to shed her 
clothes so fast.  His hands were all over her as her body strained and 
worked while he rubbed her buttocks in teasing little circles, gently 
pressing apart the two full white moons as he moved his fingers upward to 
the tiny puckered circle of her tightly clenched anus.  He pulled her 
whole body almost on top of his, as he worked his hand up into the satin-

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like softness until his fingers came in hot wet contact with the soft dark 
curls of her pubic hair that was already slick with the juices of her 
rising desire.
     Her slim, perfectly-shaped hand slid down now, between their half-
reclining bodies, to grasp the fully distended length of his thick, 
throbbing penis.  Her experienced fingers wrapped sensuously around its 
girth and began to stroke slowly in teasing, tightening strokes, causing 
his firm young buttocks to jerk spasmodically with the sensation.  Her 
brain reeled at the massive energy that she knew was contained in this 
enthusiastic student's genitals.  She had to have it!  She had to taste 
...
     Abruptly, she bent her head, and Matt pushed against the back of her 
shining black hair to position her eagerly lustful face.  He felt her huge 
breasts smashing out along the firm length of his muscular torso, as he 
placed both hands behind her head, pushing her face toward his wildly 
palpitating cock.  Then he groaned as the softly lipsticked surfaces of 
her mouth brushed against the sensitive head of his penis.  Her lips 
opened limply and her head inclined downward.  Suddenly Matt's heart raced 
with anticipated delight.  The tight rounded ovals of lipstick-mouth 
enclosed snugly over the tightly stretched outer skin of his cock and he 
groaned and lay his head back in the meager cushions of the couch.
     The older woman's hotly working tongue began swirling around his 
aching cock and almost made it boil over with cum right from the 
beginning.  Her lips were soft and smooth like saliva-moistened pillows of 
flesh as they clasped tightly in a snug, elastic-like ring over his 
burning rod of desire-hardened flesh.  He could feel her lips above him, a 
sort of pained intensity moving down his penis and taking as much of it 
into her throat as she could.  She seemingly surrounded him with the hot 
moist warmth of her saliva and the tender inner flesh of her tongue.  He 
pressed his hands on either side of her hollowing cheeks, pressing inward 
to draw her slick inner cheeks even tighter around his hardness.
     The moist nibbling pressure grew in his overheated balls as her 
tongue licked and curled on his cock.  It seemed as if all the burning 
hunger in the older woman's pussy was now concentrated in the furnace of 
her mouth.  Matt groaned incoherently with the intense sounds of the movie 
on the other side of the thin dividing wall.  He wanted this beautiful, 
black-haired woman to make him cum and he wanted her to swallow it deep 
down in her lovely belly as his hardened flesh slid more slickly through 
her opened lips.  His eyes opened and watched lewdly as he saw his 
glistening rod disappear into her ovally clasping lips as if they were a 
tight, hairlessly devouring cunt.  He could feel every nerve ending in his 
body pulsating and throbbing within the moistly working cavity of Stella's 
warm, saliva-filled mouth.
     She sucked ardently, heavily, keeping his cock hungrily trapped 
despite his occasional jerks, burying her face into his loins with her 
nose deep in his wiry pubic hair.  Occasionally, she licked down at his 
soft, sperm-filled testicles, thinking how much more she could make them 
harden and grow, and then fell back to sucking in a mindless delirium of 
ecstatic wonder, making little mewling noises of sheer, unadulterated 
delight.  The pressure building in Matt Field's balls was becoming 
unbearable, and as he watched the beautiful, feminine face suck so 
passionately, his cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it 
had ever done before.
     Holy shit! he thought.  Christ but this chick is a cocksucker!  In 
all his rowdy, college-boy experience, the university senior had never 
been given head the way this voluptuous older woman was giving it to him 
right now, and he couldn't believe his incredible luck not only in meeting 
her earlier this week, but in having set up a series of weekly payments, 
so she would have to meet him over and over again.  Shit!  It was just too 
good to be true!
     Suddenly, there was a fiercely rippling shudder passing through his 
loins -- and a lightening flow of liquid white sperm shot from his balls 
along the hard, blood-bloated ridge of his cock, all the way up into the 
gorgeous woman's desperately gurgling throat.  He gripped her head tightly 
between his hands and shoved his cock gaggingly all the way back in her 
mouth.  She groaned as the first thin needle of hot white spray struck her 
tonsils, then swallowed hungrily as it continued gushing wetly into her 
mouth.  His cock jerked wildly, but Stella managed to hold on.  The hot, 
fiery liquid spurted all the way down to her hungrily absorbing stomach 
and she gulped for more.  Her cheeks stretched and bloated as she couldn't 
swallow fast enough to keep up with his virile offering.  Her throat 
worked gluttonously to get every last drop, sputtering to keep from 
choking on the whitely cascading sperm as he emptied the contents of his 
balls relentlessly into the depths of her thirstily working gullet.
     Matt's body quivered and a long, ecstatic sigh broke from his lips as 
he again imagined himself shooting his semen down the voluptuous 
brunette's throat.  God, she could sure suck good!  He pushed his fingers 
through her thick, shining black hair, bracing himself to keep from 
shuddering right off the couch and onto the bare floor.
     Stella would not let her new young lover's delicious organ slip from 
her lips.  She continued to suck and lick off every last drop as it 
gradually diminished, extracting every last bit from the tiny hole in its 
tip.  Tiny thin trails of white cum seeped from her liquid-bloated mouth 
and ran down to her chin.  It seemed as if her handsome young lover's cock 
was going to deflate right down to nothing ...
     But then, surprisingly, his penis began to thicken again in the soft, 
slippery furnace of her mouth.  She licked it and bit at it gently, taking 
delight in being able to bring it back to life again.  "Oooooh, God, 
Matt," she groaned, "God, your cock is soooo wonderful ...  Just let me 
lick it and make it all big and hard again, Matt, darling ..."  The desire 
was quickly rekindled in his boiling balls as she continued to suck ever 
so ardently.  She teased her sperm-slippery tongue around and around it 
until it was restored to its full strength and power, and then the 
rejuvenated instrument fell wetly from her mouth, a thin string of milk-
white jism hanging between.  Her smoky green eyes fluttered open, hot with 
desire, and she looked up at her young lover as her ears were assaulted 
with the lustful sounds of the movie being shown behind the thin 
partition.  Through dilated, lust-ridden pupils she saw Matt's handsome, 
youthful face and the wonderful hard muscles of his achingly attractive 
young body.
     "Oooooh, let me feel your lovely cock," she crooned, reaching for him 
as she leaned back off his body and sprawled beside him on the thick mass 
of her long black hair.  Her legs spread automatically to reveal the hot, 
wet mouth of her desire-glistening cunt as she slid sensuously down the 
couch until she was in a full reclining position.
     "Oh, God, Matt, fuck me with your gorgeous cock!  Fill my cunt like 
you filled my mouth with your delicious hot sperm!"
     The astonished but eminently pleased young student wasted no time as 
he turned over and came to rest directly between her eagerly spread 
thighs, his enormous cock waving around like a divining rod looking for 
water.  His thighs moved between hers.  There was no need to prepare this 
voluptuous older woman -- her pussy was already moist and waiting.  He 
could feel the thin, vertical opening of her cunt, throbbing with 
desperate hunger for his cock, as he guided the thick length of masculine 
muscle toward her through her curling black pubic hair which was 
thoroughly soaked with her passionate secretions.  Then the head of his 
penis touched her soft, wetly throbbing pussy lips and moved on through 
with a single long, smooth stroke born of youthful desire, until he rammed 
it all the way up into her cervix.  He had fucked a lot of girls and women 
before, but every new cunt was like a just-discovered treasure, and Stella 
Burnside's tight vaginal opening was a tantalizing gold mine.  The smooth 
wet walls of her cunt clasped around his cock like a slick seal skin, 
undulating firmly around it and driving him crazy.
     "Mmmmmmm, God, Matt," the older woman crooned lovingly.  Her whole 
body seemed to be singing as she felt her muscles tensing into taut cords 
to be plucked by the powerful flesh of Matt's cock.  Her entire insides 
fluttered with butterflies and opened wide to receive his cockhead deeper 
into her womb.  She groaned and murmured incoherently as he fucked her 
savagely, gritting his teeth with desire.  Her body humped eagerly, 
voluptuously, with his and moved with abandoned, uncontrollable jerks when 
the thrill became too much for her to bear.
     "Screaming Jesus!" she breathed up into his face.  "Just keep fucking 
me like that, Matt!  GODDDD!  It's sooooooo goooooddd!  Sooooo lovely and 
smooth!"  She groaned with ecstatic agony, her arms wrapped tightly around 
his neck, her hips grinding furiously as he threw the meat to her, the 
huge whiteness of her massive breasts squashing out between them on either 
side of their chests.
     Matt plunged his huge cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the soft 
warm cavern of her belly, feeling her cunt flower open before his savage 
onslaught as though she had never been fucked before.
     Stella's wildly steaming flesh jerked and twisted while she moaned 
unceasingly, her features contorted with furious passion.  Her mouth 
worked wordlessly and her nostrils flared with an untamed, animal desire 
which took hold of her body as if she were having an uncontrollable spasm.  
Her forehead glistened with sweat as her vagina arched upward through 
ascending levels toward the blinding light of her rapidly approaching 
orgasm.  "A aaaahhh, God, yeeesssss," she moaned up toward the ceiling as 
young Matt Fields slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly 
pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tightly, raising her up off 
the bed in order to sink his hard driving thickness still deeper into her 
passion-drenched cunt.  He threw it to her with all the strength of his 
hips and thighs, and the smooth, hungrily moving walls of her cunt clasped 
and unclasped like a heartbeat all around his hotly bursting cock.  He 
fucked into her from the tips of his toes, ramming every last inch of his 
long thick penis up through her shudderingly accepting hole and dragging a 
fresh ecstatic moan from her lips that resounded through the small room 
like the cry of a wounded animal.  Her nostrils snorted wildly and her 
eyes, now opened wide, gazed glassily and unseeing as he fucked 
desperately into her open body, a deep, burning desire raging lustfully in 
both of them.
     Matt pulled his head back, his neck muscles straining, and closed his 
eyes, as he concentrated on the supremely engulfing feeling of her 
slippery clutching cuntal muscles, gripping tightly around the expanding 
girth of his rampantly invading cock.
     From the other side of the partition, low guttural growls reached the 
ears of the two illicit lovers.  "Mmmmm, ughn, ughn... aaaaaah!"  Matt 
could imagine what was going on in the movie screen, but he knew it could 
be nothing compared to the sheer wanton ecstasy of fucking into this 
impossibly voluptuous older woman's eagerly clasping cunt!
     She twisted and writhed beneath him, unable to control her body or 
the wild desire that coursed through her.  Her body ached to be humiliated 
and fucked silly by her handsome young lover and her face contorted wildly 
with passion as her cunt struggled desperately for climax.  Her lips bared 
back over her teeth and fervent moans echoed from deep in her violently 
heaving breast.  Her arms, which had been wrapped tightly around Matt's 
neck, now slithered down so her long, painted nails dug into the dog 
breeder's pummeling buttocks as they pounded heavily up into her desire-
flooded loins.
     Lewd wet smacking sounds resounded through the tiny cloakroom with 
each vicious, pile-driving hump up between Stella's openly spread legs.  
Matt ran his hands from the smooth, hollowing cheeks of her ass down to 
her thighs and between them to the soft, passion-soaked pubic hair around 
her cunt to feel the greedily clinging lips of her wet flesh that clasped 
ecstatically around his cock like a snug, avidly sucking mouth.  Her cunt 
was running with moisture which overflowed wetly down the wide-split 
crevice of her ass.  Her whole body flamed with passionate perspiration 
and gyrated wildly, ravenous for sex and nothing but sex.  It seemed to 
Stella as if the entire world began and ended within that central core of 
her belly.  She existed only for that flame of sensation in her vagina, 
from which everything else spiralled outward in ever-widening circles of 
delight.
     Her head flailed against the hard back of the couch, sending her 
long, shining black hair flying like a dark lustful flame.  Her mouth 
opened in a long, ecstatic moan and she became something crazed and 
inhuman as she churned and squirmed in the grip of pure lust, spreading 
her legs back until her knees pressed lightly against her taut brown 
nipples, feeling the upholstery soaking beneath her buttocks and cunt from 
the profusion of sexual juices gushing from her burning loins.
     "Ooooooohhh, GGGOOODDDD, Matt!  Ddddeeeper!" she wailed, as the woman 
on the movie screen behind the partition let out a similar, echoing 
scream, "AAAAAUUUGHH ... Ooohhh!"
     Stella raised her open thighs up higher on his body and wound them 
voluptuously around his back, moving her naked hips from side to side with 
uncontrollable abandon and spiralling her vagina up and down crazily along 
his rhythmically pistoning cock.
     "Ooooooohhhhh, my darling, I'm almost THERE!" she gasped hoarsely.  
"I'm ... I'm ... AAAIIIIEEEEEEE!  CCUUUMINNNG!"  She suddenly squealed 
with such a high pitched gasp of intensity that her ankles locked in a 
death grip behind the student's heavily perspiring back.  At the same time 
she wound her arms tightly behind his neck and mashed her mouth into his, 
shoving her tongue all the way up into his throat with wild abandon.  Matt 
could taste the pungent, male flavor of his own cum on her tongue, which 
he had spurted into her mouth just a few minutes ago.  Her back arched and 
she held tightly to him ... and suddenly, he pushed her legs up roughly, 
rolling her body into a tight fleshy ball of writhing sex, fucking into 
her with mindless ferocity which drew hoarse gasps from her helpless lips.
     Her hotly clinging vaginal walls were quivering and jerking insanely 
around his cock as her whole insides seemed to erupt, spewing their juices 
all around his hard-driving cock.  Her cum cascaded down the widespread 
crevice between her upraised ass-cheeks, flooding wetly into his testicles 
as they slapped lewdly against her tiny puckered anus.
     Even though she had sucked him dry just a few moments ago, the 
wildness of Stella's female orgasm started the slow aching pressure in 
Matt's groin, and he gripped the cheeks of her rotating buttocks and 
squeezed with furious strength, feeling her cringe as he began to gush jet 
after jet of hotly spewing cum into her widely stretched vagina.
     "Oh, Christ!" he muttered aloud, as the viciousness of his strokes 
increased automatically so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle 
against the splayed open lips of her cunt and his rhythmically jerking 
cock pumped deeply down into the throbbing recesses of her thirstily 
absorbing belly.
     And then a series of wild, violent shudders seemed to hit them both 
at once.  It was as though their mutual ecstasy had triggered a sort of 
second orgasm in each other, and the obscenely coupled mother and dog 
breeder rocked and moaned, along with the salaciously joined pair on the 
movie screen which they couldn't see.
     "Mmmnnnggghhh ..."
     "Aaaaahhhh ..."
     "Uuuunnnhhh, oh, shit ..."
     "Ooooooooo ..."



Chapter 3

     Across town from the Double-X Theater, Jackie Burnside sat at the 
dinette table with a Western Civilization book spread out before her.  She 
had fallen behind in her reading this week, especially since her mother, 
Stella, had bought the handsome, lithe guard dog and brought him home to 
live with them.  Kaiser was curled up under the table in a semi-sleep 
state, his big shapely head resting comfortably against the teenager's 
slender bare ankles.  And although nothing untoward had happened between 
the blonde girl and the black-and-tan dog since that first afternoon, 
there was still a discernible tension between them, a sort of mutual bond 
building gradually until one day or night soon it was going to explode.
     The TV was on, and the young coed could see the picture by merely 
twisting her head so she could peer around the short wall that divided the 
dining area from the living room.  Strangely, the program was some kind of 
documentary on the history of man's best friend, and several times Jackie 
found herself leaning on her palms, watching the scenes of domesticated 
canine pets with their masters and mistresses.  Once, during a sequence 
about police dogs, Kaiser even raised his head at the sound of a bark from 
a member of his own breed.  It was intensely interesting to both dog and 
girl alike the way the beasts and their human owners seemed to take to 
each other, and the lengths to which either would go to protect and 
preserve the other.
     Jackie was aware of Kaiser's hot breath on her ankles, and she 
reached down under the table to scratch the dog's sleek neck with her 
slender, long-nailed fingers.  "We'll be just like those dogs and people, 
won't we, boy?" she murmured softly, and then turned her attention back to 
her reading.
     But no matter how hard she tried to force herself to keep her 
attention on the book, the teenage student's mind seemed to wander.  
First, she saw a picture of a Roman lying on a low slab of marble in the 
book, and that reminded her of what her professor had said about Roman 
orgies.  Supposedly, the Romans were a lot more "liberal" about sex than 
people gave them credit for, although most of the freedom was for men 
only.
     Still, Dr. Landing had given a rather vivid description of a typical 
orgy, and apparently it wasn't uncommon for a person to have sexual 
relations with two, three, or even four different people in a single 
night.  Often there would be entertainment, too, with pretty young slave 
girls performing incredible unmentionable acts with each other, and 
sometimes, although there weren't many accounts of it, there would be 
sodomizing relations between a human slave and a dog or other inhuman 
beast.
     That, of course, turned Jackie's imagination to the sleek furry 
creature lounging at her feet, and she remembered the guilty illicit 
association she had almost allowed on the first night Kaiser had been 
here.  Just thinking about it made her smooth young thighs tremble, and 
she could feel the narrow crotchband of her white nylon panties becoming 
hot with the seething warmth of her churning vaginal channel.  Slowly, but 
inexorably, tiny glistening droplets of her virginal lubricating fluid 
seeped out from between the delicately self-flagellating lips of her 
tender pussy, to be absorbed in the fabric of her panties.
     Uncomfortably, the tall, gorgeous blonde girl shifted in her chair, 
and accidentally let Kaiser's head slip from its balance against her 
ankles.  A low growl erupted from the dog's deep barrel chest, and he 
gradually stretched his front paws forward and pushed himself up to a 
stance.  His nose seemed to stiffen and his ears perked up as he responded 
instinctively to the stimulus that he couldn't yet identify.  He peered up 
over the flat wooden seat of the chair, and his big, brown eyes were 
focused directly into the darkened valley between Jackie's unconsciously 
twitching thighs.
     The scent!  It was the scent of the fresh young virgin's silent 
arousal that had attracted the dog, causing him to fully awaken himself 
from his half-nap to give all his attentions to the female who 
subconsciously beckoned.  His sensitive, muscular body recorded the 
vibrations of Jackie's silent trembling, and his keen nostrils flared with 
the sweet musky odor of her cunt.  Deliberately, he ran his chin along the 
flat seat of the chair, forcing with his nose and face the girl's luscious 
thighs apart.
     "Oh!  Kaiser" Jackie cried out, pushing the chair back from the table 
so she could look underneath.  Her face was red with shame and 
embarrassment, as she saw how her short skirt had been shoved completely 
up around her waist, and she realized at the same time that she had been 
day-dreaming again instead of reading.  "Nnoooo, not again," she moaned.
     Ruefully, Jackie looked back at the book and reflected that she had 
not even finished a page all evening.  It was nine o'clock, and she hadn't 
made herself anything for dinner, although she had made certain that 
Kaiser was well fed as soon as she got back from school.  Now, the young 
blonde girl felt the now-familiar heat radiating from her tortured loins 
to fill her whole tense young body with a sensual glow, and the dog's 
rasping breath washed over her panty-clad loins under the table.
     "Oh, God, oh God," she moaned over and over again to herself.  She 
didn't have the strength or the will to push Kaiser away, but at the same 
time, her over-worked imagination spun with the combined visions of Roman 
orgies and salacious sodomy and herself, in various untried, obscene 
positions.  Her mind flew back to that night at the drive-in with Gary 
Starkoff, and it made her shudder even now in remembered horror to realize 
how dangerously close she had come that night.
     Again, she looked down at the reverently nuzzling beast between her 
quivering thighs, and she thought that in some fantastic, twisted way it 
would be less dangerous to take Kaiser as a lover than it would be to have 
a human lover.
     "God!" she said aloud.  But it still seemed to be true ...  In the 
first place, Kaiser would protect her -- he was doing that already.  And 
then, the faithful dog would always be loyal, where a relationship between 
two humans could easily crumble, just as the marriage between her mother 
and father had.  There would be none of the whispered insinuations about 
her involvement, either, the way there had been about her mother when they 
had lived in Carmichael.
     "My, God! Jackie exclaimed again.  It seemed almost too perfect to be 
true!
     She turned her speculative, blue-green eyes to the big brown ones of 
the German Shepherd, and her lovely face relaxed into a sly, anticipating 
smile.  She felt rather than heard Kaiser's growl of tacit agreement, and 
slowly, she stood up from the wooden chair and tiptoed into the living 
room, with the big, eager dog following so close at her heels that she 
nearly tripped trying to keep from stepping on him.
     His long, rough pink tongue had slipped out of the side of his mouth, 
and long, dribbling drools of his animal saliva dropped on the carpet as 
he waited by Jackie's bedside.  The pretty human female was throwing the 
backrests off her single day-bed, pulling it away from the wall the way 
she did every night before going to sleep.  Hurriedly, she tore off the 
fitted slip-cover, revealing to Kaiser's gaze for the first time the shiny 
pink satin of Jackie's coverlet, and just underneath it, the smooth, silky 
sheen of her white satin sheets.
     The cool feel of the fabric reminded the blonde girl that she was 
still a virgin, that it wasn't too late to back out, and for a fleeting 
moment, she wondered if what she was doing would be right.  After all, 
Kaiser was just a young innocent puppy, really, who responded to his 
instincts without any conscious thought.  Would she be corrupting him, by 
allowing him to participate in her lewd sodomizing fantasies?  And in 
addition, there was the nagging question of what would happen to her.  
Could she lose her virginity to a dog?  What she had seen of Kaiser's 
penis the other night was nearly as long as she remembered Gary Starkoff's 
human penis, but she way sure that it was not nearly so thick as the young 
football player's organ.  Would Kaiser's dog-cock slip safely up into her 
virgin womb without disturbing her virginity?  Or would she really be 
giving her most precious possession by succumbing to the overwhelming 
unnatural desire to feel Kaiser up inside her untouched pussy?
     Oh, no, I can't let it happen, she thought, standing upright with the 
sheet still in her hand.  It would be wrong ...  Of course it's wrong ...  
I don't know what made me think I could do it ... with a dog ... or a man, 
or anyone!  God, what would Daddy think if he knew the things that are 
going through my mind?
     The guilt-ridden young teenager looked sadly at the eagerly trembling 
young dog who was waiting patiently by the bed.  She looked through the 
archway into the dining room, where her Western Civ book was still open on 
the dinette table, and she glanced at the TV, where the dog show was just 
ending.
     "I-I'm sorry, Kaiser," she whispered in a throaty voice.  "I guess I 
just got carried away ..."  She started to remake the bed, slowly, 
reluctantly pulling the smooth satin sheets and quilted satin coverlet 
back up over the mattress.  But a wet, cold pressure against the backs of 
her firm tan thighs halted her careful deliberate motions.
     "Kaiser!" Jackie exclaimed in frustrated exasperation.  "I said, 
'No!'"  But when she whirled around to see the big, innocent brown eyes of 
the young German Shepherd staring pleadingly up into her own, the 
beautiful blonde immediately softened, bending down to run her hand along 
the puppy's smooth, strong back.  "Oh, I'm sorry, boy ... I just don't 
know what to do!"
     As if in answer to her rhetorical question, Kaiser nuzzled tighter 
against her slightly parted thighs, causing her to lose her balance and 
fall forward across the bed.  He eagerly leapt up beside her, mounting her 
lightly clothed body in an almost sexual fashion as he leaned his head 
down so close to her burning cheek that she could feel his hot breath 
washing over her smooth skin.  Slowly, her small hands crept up to the 
sides of the animal's perfectly symmetrical face, and she opened her lush 
red lips with her tiny, quivering pink tongue -- only to have his long, 
saliva-moistened lingual member slurp out to touch it with a burning 
caress of a French kiss!
     The teenager gasped, trembling all over.  For the first time, she got 
an inkling that perhaps she wasn't in complete control of her relations 
with the huge friendly German Shepherd puppy.  Maybe it was Kaiser who was 
actually entertaining all the salacious ideas, letting her think that she 
was alone in having the forbidden thoughts.  God, is this what Mother 
meant when she said Kaiser was trained to look after women?  Did she mean 
look after women like that?!
     As Jackie looked deeply into the pools of Kaisers eyes, she realized 
that there was no turning back.  All of the deeply welling frustration of 
her virginal arousal was swirling in her sexually ignored young loins, 
boiling ... churning ... toward the mouth of her virginal cunt.  She 
couldn't keep herself now from exchanging these small, fervent kisses with 
her new pet, and he whimpered with a low sensual growl that seemed to 
shoot up right between her legs.
     Jackie leapt up off the bed, throwing her light summer skirt 
carelessly away from her body, and then applying her small slender fingers 
to the dainty buttons that held her thin cotton blouse in front.  As she 
removed the garment with unconsciously heated sensuous movements, Kaiser's 
long tongue slipped wetly from between his powerful jaws, dripping with 
excited secretions, as his lithe young body inched close to the edge of 
the slick satin bed.
     The girl he was watching was kicking off her high platform sandals 
hurriedly, clattering them on the carpet and bare floor like Dutch wooden 
shoes.  Then, she arched her back so that her huge, softly firm breasts 
jutted proudly into the air like two gigantic, brassiere-encased pyramids, 
as her fingers found the clasp of the lacy undergarment and hastily 
released it.  Her enormous heaving female mounds burst free of their filmy 
prison immediately, swaying enticingly downward as Jackie leaned over to 
hook her thumbs into the waistband of her thin white panties.
     She could feel the moisture of her own arousal in the narrow 
crotchband of her nylon panties as she slowly eased them down over her 
firmly rounded young buttocks.  Slowly, with unconscious eroticism, she 
slid the thin undergarment down the smooth, columnar length of her shapely 
thigh, watching intently the dog's eagerly attentive face.  One by one 
Jackie raised her bare tan calves to slip them out of the legbands of her 
bikini panties, until finally, she dangled the thin fabric from one big 
toe, letting it swish the air before she dropped it on the floor.
     Kaiser could hardly contain himself as his excited senses recognized 
her female need for him.  The piquant aroma rising from the fluid heat of 
her human loveliness filled his nostrils just as he had tasted it from her 
mouth, intoxicating him wildly.  Jackie did not sit back down right away.  
Instead, she swung her long blonde hair over the smooth tan skin of her 
back, feeling the way it made her flesh quiver with anticipated 
excitement.  The aura of her untried sexual desire was growing stronger 
and stronger, and it was sweet and sensual in Kaiser's flaring nostrils.
     His flanks began to throb powerfully as the lovely human teenager 
seated herself on the edge of the cool satin sheet-covered mattress.  
Immediately, the handsome beast saw his chance, and he moved in between 
her naked thighs to rest his head on her lap.  The hot, spicy fragrance 
echoing from her loins fled up between her warm, creamy soft thighs and 
saturated his animated sexual instincts.
     "Mmmmm, Kaiser," Jackie breathed, laying her head back on the bed as 
she stroked the dog's great handsome head on her nervously trembling 
virginal thighs.  "God, I just can't believe it ...  You're such a mind-
blower, Kaiser boy ...  You know that, don't you?"
     And she sighed to herself as she realized that it was true.  Kaiser 
was much more than just a magnificent guard dog.  His potential was truly 
staggering, as she responded subtly to the indefinable aristocratic 
quality of his masculinity.  She saw that she was completely enchanted by 
this fine, almost human male, and she thought that he was probably aware 
of it as well.  He knew she had hesitated in sitting down because she was 
afraid of what he was doing with the coolness of his nose at this very 
moment.
     Jackie gazed down at him and smiled.  His animal eyes were filled 
with affection -- yes -- but there was more, too.  There was also that 
devilish lustful expression that Jackie had seen in human men's eyes a few 
times before, too.  It was the way Gary Starkoff had looked at her at the 
drive-in, and it was the way some of her Mother's boyfriends regarded her 
when they were first introduced.
     The poor teenager groaned as her brain swam with all kinds of 
confused feelings and emotions.  She knew for sure that she was sexually 
aroused.  Even though she was still a virgin, she had experienced this 
same tense, quivering sensation a few times before, although she had never 
satisfied it in any other way than self-masturbation.  The very thought 
that she was about to let herself succumb to the impossible intensity of 
her sexual desire filled her with apprehension, and it was all the more 
fearful when she thought that she wasn't going to be giving her virginity 
to a human male -- she was about to make love to a huge, eager dog!
     But there was nothing else that would end this mad, seething feeling 
in her loins -- nothing but sex, and God!  She was aflame with lust and, 
lascivious virginal yearning, even though she had never experienced just

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what it was that she needed!  There was a total, engulfing dampness 
between her legs, making her inner thighs all sticky and shivery, and 
there was no way she could deny it.  There was no doubt that Kaiser had 
sensed it all along, in his instinctive brutish way.
     The large German Shepherd sensed his mistress's helplessly rising 
emotions.  He, too, was unsettled, but he recognized her anxiety as the 
same that all human females experienced -- at least all the human females 
he had ever had, and that included four or five at the dog breeder's as 
well as two others from next door.  The curvaceous young contours of her 
female flesh made him pant with open jaws as he saw in her elaborate, 
sensual beauty all the hidden secrets that he had come to love and enjoy 
with the other female humans he had met.
     His hungry eyes focused in particular on the golden pubic ringlets 
partially hidden between her soft warm thighs, wherein nestled the thin, 
warmly heated little crevice he remembered so clearly from the first 
afternoon when he had licked her so fervently there.
     Jackie smiled down at him warmly but tremulously.  Something throbbed 
violently in the leaden, bull weight of Kaiser's urgent loins and he 
suddenly began to lick pantingly at her thighs and calves, sliding his 
big, handsome head down off her quivering lap.
     "Ooooooh, KKkkaaaaiiiser," the teenager crooned softly down at him.  
Purest sensuality seemed to be churning within her long-denied virgin 
loins and she thought again of the handsome young men her mother had tried 
to set her up with.  Why couldn't they have turned her on as wonderfully 
and obscenely as this gorgeous German Shepherd puppy was doing?
     Suddenly her hands came up and cupped her nude breasts, which seemed 
to be aching with their own weight from her nipples outward.  She massaged 
the hotly swollen mounds and her tiny, pink nipples began to enlarge and 
throb out like tiny rubber pencil erasers.  Jackie felt as if she were a 
raging inferno.  Her breasts seemed to ache every bit as much as her 
loins.
     "Ooooaaah ... I ... I can't d-do it ...  B-but ... aaaaaah," she 
whimpered, taking his face in her hands again.  "I'm scared, Kaiser.  I'm 
afraid ... that, that it will hurt ... God, you're soooo gorgeous, boy 
..."
     The excited animal's eyes gleamed and its penis began sliding out of 
its furry sheath again.  Not long now and his beautiful young mistress 
would let him do the things he so ardently wanted to do -- in his dog's 
mind he was sure of it.  Still, he had to wait until she was ready ...  He 
knew he had to get her going until she would literally beg for his animal 
cock.
     Jackie had never known the equal of this lewd, feverish sensation 
which had made such a furnace in her young belly.  The seething, fluid 
little channel of her cunt seemed to be raging with unquenched desire, but 
for what?  Her own short, panting breaths did not seem real to her.  Now, 
as she lay back on the pink satin quilt with her trembling thighs spread 
nakedly apart, her fingertips wandered upward over the silky softness of 
her ribcage to the huge, sensually swollen mounds of her breasts, and she 
squeezed them until they hurt.  Her fingers found the tiny, bone-hard 
nipples and pinched them narcicistically, imagining that her fingers were 
the digits of some imaginary human lover.
     And then her eyes glazed over smokily and she gazed down the side of 
the bed, her eyes searching the burning ones of her handsome dog lover, 
waiting and whining in aroused frustration.
     Kaiser felt the pulsating quiver of his enlivened, powerful loins at 
the obvious torrid craving of his naked teenage mistress.  Her savage, 
animal need was present in her burning turquoise eyes as well as in that 
marvelous scent which wafted up from her cunt like warm winter chestnuts 
or something equally sweet.  His heart pounded in his broad young chest at 
the sight of her long, golden hair fanned out on the pink coverlet beneath 
her beautiful head.  The waiting was becoming unbearable.
     "Mmmmmm, God, boy, come up here, now ...  Come up here with your new 
Mommy," came the girl's heated murmur.  "Kaiser ...  Oh, Kaiser, I want to 
feel you next to me, just like before ...  Only this time, I want you to 
do it to me!  YES!  I want you to do it to me with your penis, Kaiser!"
     A great breath of relief echoed from the big dog's excitedly heaving 
chest, and then he took one effortless leap and was onto the bed, 
momentarily poised like a God over her spread-open legs.  Jackie's breath 
caught in her throat as she watched him so urgently surveying her naked 
and voluptuously exposed virgin flesh.
     It's not too late, Jackie! an urgent voice inside her head insisted 
threateningly.  You can still stop this ... this depravity!  Her lovely 
young face took on a pained, concentrating expression, as she tried to 
tell herself that she could and would put a stop to this dangerous, 
forbidden union, before it was too late!
     But for eighteen year old Jacqueline Burnside the moment of retreat 
had already passed.  Before her inexperienced mind was capable of 
realizing it, the decision had been made, and Kaiser lowered his head and 
licked out with his hot, wet tongue over the smooth white flesh of her 
nervously convulsing belly!
     "Mmmmmnnnn," she moaned ecstatically, her eyes rolling back up into 
her head, "Oooooh, darling Kaiser!"
     Her groans deepened in helplessness as she felt the fierce, mind-
shattering delight of his hotly curling tongue, and then she got herself 
together enough to raise herself up on her elbows, her long blonde hair 
swinging around so that she could watch him as he lapped upward over the 
small round basin of her excitedly tingling stomach.  Higher and higher he 
licked at her shivering young flesh, until at last he was licking at the 
smooth, sensitive round undersides of her lust-swollen breasts -- and then 
creeping upward over them to her now almost bursting nipples.
     "Ooooooh, that's fantastic, Kaiser ..." she groaned without shame, 
her hands coming ecstatically up and around to grip his furry head as he 
prolonged this ardent devotion.  His fervid tongue caress flicked wetly at 
the pink erogenous tips again and again, until Jackie felt as if they were 
being touched by a live electric wire, and maddening spasms of desire made 
her body jerk and twitch.
     By now she was so far gone that her feverish brain had become a blank 
to everything but the wonderful sensations his adoringly lapping tongue 
stimulated in her helplessly fluttering belly.  Kaiser whimpered from deep 
in his throat, and her impassioned eyes fixed lovingly on his features.  
Then his own big brown eyes raised to meet hers in a kiss of sight older 
than time, and a glow seemed to hang between them like a bridge.  Jackie 
waited breathlessly, unable to speak, unable to move, her lips parted and 
gasping, a helpless love-slave before the ferocious sensuality of the 
furry dog-beast.  He moved slowly upward to lick at her open and willing 
young mouth.
     "Ohhhhhh, mmmm," she gurgled into his parted jaws.
     Kaiser could feel his blood boiling fiercely as it rushed along 
through his powerful body.
     She tasted the delicate pink spear of his tongue in her mouth, 
lapping at it and loving its sweetness that was so hot and urgent, and all 
the while faint mewling sounds of worship broke devotedly from his throat.
     He saw now that her eyes had shut ecstatically as she lay there 
beneath the dominating, enervating caress of his hungry tongue, even 
though she continued to return affection for affection with her own small 
pink lingual organ.
     Instinctively, Kaiser sensed that it was time.  Suddenly, his intense 
tonguing ceased and Jackie felt the bed give way from his moving weight.  
She opened her eyes to find him positioning himself between her slightly 
spreading legs!
     "Oh, my God!" she inhaled, as her eyes and nostrils flared.  It had 
taken forever for her to accustom herself to the thought that she might 
allow herself to be brought to orgasm by the animal's fervent 
ministrations, but now the sight of himself positioning his haunches 
between her legs suddenly renewed her virginal fear.  "No, Kaiser!" she 
stammered in a high-pitched voice.  "Down, boy!  Down!"
     She tried to take his handsome face in her hands but he made a low 
growl that sent a thrilling shiver of fear through her loins.  Everything 
inside her screamed Rape!  I'm going to be raped of my virginity by a 
dog!. Her breathing came in sharp, punctuated gasps, her mind spinning 
crazily out of control.  The nakedly trembling teenager could not seem to 
control herself as her legs, as though by their own uncontrollable 
volition, fell mindlessly open.  Oh, no! she thought frantically again.  
I've got to make him stop!
     Lifting her head again and breathing more raggedly than ever, young 
Jacqueline watched Kaiser poise his beautiful head above the obscenely 
offered deliciousness between her fully flushed tan thighs.  There, in the 
center of the split was her spinning blonde pubic mound, fairly soaking 
with all the juice that her vagina was spewing out in warmly trickling 
waves.  And centered in that, the thin, hair-fringed lips of her pussy, 
slick with her sexual need, waited ecstatically for the burning lap of his 
tongue or whatever other pleasure-giving organ he cared to use.
     The memory of what they'd done earlier in the week raced through the 
blonde girl's hot, feverish mind.  Intoxicated with unsatisfied lust, she 
heard her own almost animalistic whimper, and then she felt her flesh get 
hot as Kaiser slowly lowered his nose in between her trembling thighs, his 
ragged pants scorching her sparse blonde pubic curls like flames from a 
blow-torch.
     Jackie groaned and closed her eyes, continuing to groan incessantly 
and without letup.  It was too late now, for sure ...  Too late! her lust-
dazed imagination screamed.
     His cool wet nose brushed moistly against the flaming flesh of her 
inner thigh, and a gasp broke chokingly from her throat.  The blood-heated 
lips of her lust-flooded pussy trembled in heart-stopping anticipation, 
frantic with desire.  Kaiser whimpered as he sniffed hotly at her exposed 
loins, and somehow, it seemed to make the prospect of actually fucking 
into her all the more exciting.  Her tense young thighs fell open wider 
still, and she drew them back up slightly.
     Suddenly, the coolness of the German Shepherd's nose moved lower 
between her legs, pressing apart the soft resilient cheeks of her naked 
buttocks and brushing wetly against the tiny puckered circle of her 
exposed and vulnerable anus.
     "Oooooh, God, Kaiser," she breathed, helplessly trapped by an obscene 
emotion that had no name.  There was a swift, whooshing intake of breath, 
and then her entire body felt as if it was glowing with a halo of passion, 
as the dog's irresistibly searching tongue splurted out between her widely 
spread buttocks to wormingly lick up between the lewdly tingling cheeks of 
her ass, finding her snug little anal mouth and burrowing its tip deeply 
into the tight elastic ring.
     Jackie sighed away into a dream of bliss that had no beginning or 
end.  How long the delightful titillation went on down there between her 
hopelessly spread ass-cheeks, she could no longer measure.  All she sensed 
was that Kaiser's animal tongue never stopped swirling into the almost 
bursting little crevice of her buttocks.  She felt his wet, hotly searing 
adoration flooding upward from her rectal mouth all the way to the thin, 
hair-lined flanges of her cuntal folds, and then at last -- Oh, God! -- to 
the tiny, trembling erection of her barely concealed clitoral bud.
     Jackie shivered delectably as his tongue drew ecstatically along her 
clinging and throbbing cunt-lips.  The burning moisture of it flashed 
upward over the full length of her excruciatingly aching virgin pussy, 
then back again, until finally it spread through her softly yielding 
cuntal folds like a hot knife through butter.
     Agony wracked the inexperienced teenage girl.  She knew that she was 
twisting and turning on her small, satin-sheathed bed, her fire-filled 
breasts heaving sensuously from side to side, but she seemed to have lost 
control of her own body.  The puppy's lapping tongue on her flaming cunt 
was all that mattered or existed in the world, and he seemed to control 
her movements completely with the sluicing of his long, thick animal 
tongue.  Blissfully, he continued splaying open the hotly welcoming flesh 
of Jackie's fresh young cunt, subconsciously aware that he was being given 
an opportunity that no other man or beast before him had ever had.  
Finally, with a lunging invading curl of his tongue far up into the 
fiercely clutching heat of her deliriously craving vagina, Kaiser dared to 
explore where no one ever had.
     Jackie moaned with lust-wracked anguish, her beautiful head with her 
long, wheat-colored hair flailing from side to side, her mouth opened in a 
constant moan that seemed to be continuous.  Her entire cuntal plane 
spasmed with her fresh burning energy beneath his oral caresses, and 
occasionally she opened her lust-hazed eyes to take in the incredibly 
obscene spectacle of the dog's tongue, lapping so wildly and adoringly 
between her legs.  Just the sight of it made her become even more excited 
by the lascivious vision of her own debauched downfall, but as always, 
there was the hidden knot of apprehension, that would surface just as she 
was about to give in.
     I can't do this ... I must be dreaming! she told herself fearfully, 
but before her dilated pupils Kaiser was swiftly and surely lapping her 
desirous loins.  The lewdly spread blonde teenager moaned giddily from the 
intense sensation imparted by Kaiser's lapping tongue, sending her through 
a volcanic fire of erotic sensation.  Her hotly smoldering young flesh 
seemed to be burning up in its own boiling juices with each maddening lap 
and flick of the instinctively working canine tongue up between her legs.
     Jackie's mewls escalated wildly, intermingling with her moans, 
groans, and whines.  Her sensually ignited mind had slipped into a hot 
salacious bath in which she seemed to be luridly drowning.  Again and 
again, the dog's scorching tongue sliced and swirled through her young, 
overheated loins, driving her wild with anguished, burning ecstasy.
     The helpless blonde lost all track of time.  Her erotic, hedonistic 
intoxication with this wonderful, delirium-producing laving was all she 
existed for.  The heavenly, unimaginably worshipping tongue lapped madly 
through her wet, passion-drenched, seething blonde young pussy, until she 
could only whimper and squirm like some sort of animal herself.  She was 
like a thing possessed -- possessed by this demonic bestial lover, 
enslaved by her aching desire to be used by her German Shepherd lover who 
so adored her female flesh!  God! she whispered to herself.  God, all I 
want is sex, sex, sex!  I'm just like Kaiser and ... and Mother!
     Aloud, she crooned toward the handsome dog's face, reaching down with 
her hands to clutch his furry ears as he worked ravenously between her 
legs.  "Mmmmmm, Kaiser, lover!  Oooooh, you're my only lover, boy ... my 
true love ...  Mmmmmm ... I'll never have a man, no, never!  I'll never 
need a man, Kaiser!  All I'll ever need is you!"
     She wailed gutturally as he lunged his long, thick lingual organ 
again and again, curling once more up into her feverish clutching cuntal 
channel.  Jackie didn't know if she was dying or going crazy from the 
wild, ecstatic, convulsive sensations that were rocking her whole young 
being, body and soul, with each sensual sluice of Kaiser's flaming tongue.  
"Oooooooh, Kaiser, never stop licking me, honey ...  Just keep licking me 
forever and ever ...  Aaaaahhhh!"  Her pleading came out as a long, 
prolonged hiss, and she frantically drew her knees all the way back to 
touch her erotically tingling nipples in order to give the dog greater 
access to her widespread cuntal mouth.
     Kaiser's whines continually mingled with hers as he licked 
deliriously at her, his tongue lashing out like a whip inside her love-
starved vaginal slit, penetrating deeply into the thin, hair-fringed folds 
where it gaped up at him through her obscenely upraised buttocks and 
arched-back legs.
     Oh, how Kaiser adored this exotic odor and the taste of her young 
female passion, the keen aromatic spice on his tongue and nostrils serving 
to enrage his mighty canine loins.  Though he had experienced human female 
passion before, in his dog's mind he thought he had never known so fresh 
and young a woman as Jacqueline Burnside, and the excitement of being the 
first male ever to experience her was almost overpowering for the young 
German Shepherd puppy.
     He basked and slobbered hungrily in her ever-growing love-juices, 
adoring the bright blue pools of her eyes and her melodious, whimpering 
voice which was so warm and soothing and alluring, and which first bespoke 
to him her pervading innocence.
     He adored her lovely face, and the way it glowed with incensed 
passion as she looked at him.  The soft curves of her nakedly tanned body 
were something else he worshipped proudly, doting especially on the 
magnificent jutting mounds of her firm, gorgeously curved breasts.  It was 
little wonder that he loved licking at her hot, urgent sexual core, where 
his instinctively expert tongue was able to magnetically draw gush after 
gush of hot liquid proof that she adored him too.  So he excitedly tongue-
flicked her curl-fringed moistness, and felt the strong urge in his 
ruttish, lust-driven loins clamoring for more.
     Abruptly, with a rumbling growl, Kaiser suddenly stopped his tongue-
fucking and backed away from Jackie's seething vaginal plane.
     "Wha -- ?! Kaiser, what's wrong?!" the anguished girl demanded, 
raising herself up on her elbows, her long, blonde hair fanning out in 
back of her.  Her eyes were humid and smoky, hungrily watching as her 
virgin cunt-lips softly undulated against each other, desperately trying 
to find the swiftly removed tongue.
     "Did I do something wrong, boy?" she pleaded plaintively.  "I'm sorry 
... I didn't mean it, Kaiser.  Please keep licking me, boy ... God, I need 
you!"
     But Kaiser didn't appear to be listening to her ardent love commands.  
Instead, eyes blazing with bestial lust, he was backing away from her 
half-raised position, revealing gradually to her glazed-over eyes ... his 
cock!  His gorgeous animal cock!
     Breathless with wonder, her jaw hanging slack, Jackie gaped at the 
glistening hard sexual organ that was slowly emerging from its long, furry 
cocoon, wet, pink, and thick, its tapered end swaying tantalizingly as it 
left the protective sheath in an ever-expanding length of scarlet 
hardness.
     0h, God!  It was bigger than she remembered!  Jackie panted 
wordlessly, her eyes widening in disbelief as she confronted this 
amazingly huge animal cock slipping so agonizingly slowly from its hairy 
brown sleeve.  She had never in her life imagined that she could be so 
turned on and ready to explode, and it was doubly exciting to know that 
her arousal had not been caused by some horrible, lewdly conniving man, 
but by this innocent, and knowledgeable dog!
     God!  Oh, God!  For the first time in her protected young life, she 
knew that she wanted to feel a cock up inside her unused young pussy.  And 
she could tell that Kaiser wanted to do the same thing ... just as she had 
suspected on that first fateful afternoon that he had lived here.
     But some remnant of forgotten civilization seemed to nag and tug at 
the teenager's heart-strings, as she again felt the agonizing reluctance 
to let herself carry this wickedly forbidden act to its logical 
conclusion.
     I'm still a virgin ... I think ...  It's not too late ...  But... but 
I can't stand this teasing!  My pussy feels ready to explode, if I don't 
cum pretty soon!  And, ooooooh ...  The only way I can cum is with darling 
Kaiser!
     "Ooooh, yessss, Darling!" she cried aloud to the hesitating dog.  "I 
neeeeed you, lover boy!  I need you!"
     She couldn't keep her eyes off his still-expanding and lengthening 
rod as she sat up and stretched out her slender tanned arms in welcome.
     "Come to Jackie, Kaiser darling!  Come to Jackie like a good boy ...  
I just can't wait ..."
     Then, something seemed to snap in her consciousness, and uttering a 
sharp, piteous moan of anguish, she plopped back down on the damp satin 
sheets, her distended breasts heaving with unfulfilled desire.  Her eyes 
were opened, staring unseeing at the ceiling, as she heard Kaiser pacing 
restlessly in front of the bed.  She raised her head slightly, and seeing 
that his penis was still growing to utterly impossible proportions, she 
frantically piled her satiny smooth pillows underneath her squirming, 
aching buttocks, propping herself up so that Kaiser would be able to slide 
his long dog-cock into her easier.  The gorgeous young blonde's eyes 
glowed with lascivious desire, and she pulled her legs back again until 
her knees touched her erotically inflamed breasts, revealing the obscenely 
raised mound of her hot virgin cunt, steaming and glistening with molten 
desire as it lay nakedly spread before him.  She raised her golden head to 
look down the valley between her firmly throbbing breasts toward her 
animal lover, who was waiting so patiently with his enormous, glistening 
red cock pulsating and throbbing like a rhythmically straining heartbeat, 
beyond which lay the heavy, love-laden testicles that would soon be 
spurting deep up inside her hungrily waiting belly.
     "Oooooh Hurry, Kaiser, hurry!" she groaned shamelessly.  "You've got 
to fuck me, just like a man!  I can't wait for you to fuck my cunt, you 
big lovable beast!"  The crudeness of her own words shocked the 
unaccustomed teenager, but she no longer cared about appearances or her 
former opinions of things.  All she wanted was to ease the incredible 
aching need between her legs, and Kaiser's burgeoning rod seemed to be the 
only way to do it.
     She reached down between her thighs to stroke her greedily pulsating 
vagina in a fiercely erotic gesture.  "Oh, hurry, lover!"
     Kaiser's heart pounded wildly with crazed animal heat.  He wasn't 
used to fucking women in human, face-to-face fashion, but it was obvious 
that that was exactly what young Jacqueline Burnside wanted him to do.  To 
his bestial way of thinking, it hardly seemed possible that he could fuck 
his long penile hardness into her this way, but he slowly came back toward 
the bed, realizing that he would be able to watch the gorgeous lust-
contortions cross her beautiful young features this way ...  And he would 
be able to suck and lick her huge, firm human breasts!
     Positioning himself carefully, he made his way toward her spread 
apart legs.  He mounted easily between her quivering thighs, his head 
panting above hers, feeling the steaming moisture of her open cuntal lips 
as his fiercely excited and jerking penis brushed against the sort fluid 
heat of her outer vaginal lips.
     "Aaaaiiieee ... oh, my!" Jackie squealed, shutting her eyes tightly 
as if to close off all entrance of guilt during this terrible obscenity.  
She hugged her animal lover tightly, though, and her soft, naturally red 
lips kissed all over his furry face as his own tongue lapped out to lave 
her lovely features.  Her small hand ventured down below his belly, 
between their lewdly joined bodies, to find his huge animal cock and press 
it warmly against her throbbing clitoris.
     "God, it's hot!" she exclaimed suddenly, as if she'd been burned 
unintentionally by the molten iron bar of Kaiser's huge hard penis.  "But 
I want to have it inside me, Kaiser," she added resolutely.  "I have to 
have it inside me!"
     Boldly, she placed his tapering slickened cockhead against the 
reflexively pulsating lips of her virgin pussy, and the dog felt the 
moistly clutching grip of her young cuntal flesh nibbling at his penis.  
All he did was what came naturally and instinctively to a hot-blooded 
young animal.  He shoved forward eagerly with a savage, purposeful fucking 
stroke.
     "Aaaaaggghhh!  Nnnnnnoooooo!" the girl suddenly shrieked.  "Oh, 
Kaiser ...  Oooooooaaaaaiiiiieeeee!"  Her wails trailed off into a series 
of short, uncontrollable sobs, as the unprepared teenager felt the sudden, 
unexpected pain of her delicate hymenal membrane giving way before the 
animalistic onslaught of the eagerly fucking puppy.  Kaiser could sense 
the discomfort in his beautiful young mistress, and in his simplistic, 
adoring mind, he felt genuinely sorry that he might have caused her any 
pain.  But at the same time, his body pummeled on of its own accord, 
driven by an even more powerful instinct than his desire to please his 
mistress.  He continued to sink his long, throbbing animal organ into the 
upraised pussy-slit of his young blonde mistress, even as his throat 
rumbled with sympathetic outpourings of consolation.
     Below him, Jackie could feel the shuddering vibrations of Kaiser's 
firm-muscled body, keeping unconscious time with her own, uncontrollable 
sobs.
     "Oh, Kaiser, darling ..." she croaked; "I know you didn't mean it ...  
I know you couldn't help it, darling ..."  She threw her arms over his 
powerful neck to show that she didn't blame him for the discomfort his 
first rapid entry had caused her.  "It's okay now, Kaiser.  Honestly," she 
whispered.  "It doesn't hurt any more ..."
     In a way, she noted to herself, it was quickly becoming true.  As the 
powerful German Shepherd continued to work his red cock around in her 
cunt, burying it deeper inside her hotly throbbing young belly, Jackie 
could feel the pain subsiding almost magically, to be replaced by an even 
more intense pleasure than what she had recently known.
     "Aaaaaahhhhmmmmnnn," she sighed ecstatically.  Her throaty sounds 
became one endless gurgle of mindless delight as he fucked unremittingly 
into her no-longer-virginal pussy.  She could no longer force her mind to 
form words and sentences, for Kaiser wouldn't understand them anyway ...  
All she could do was fuck, fuck, fuck!  Her passion-dilated cuntal passage 
opened like a flower in the hot summer sun, and there was nothing she 
could deny him now.  She was totally open, vulnerable, and enslaved, 
helplessly spread out before him as she enjoyed the electric thrill of 
being fucked silly by a lustful dog.
     The rapid staccato of his thrusts was something that could not be 
altered or implored for a single instant, so that the young teenager had 
to ride with it and do the best that she could.  Kaiser was not a human 
lover, who might be persuaded to do something for her ...  This was an 
instinctually erotic beast -- an animal on all fours fucking into her with 
a lightning thrust so mind-bending that it made her teeth chatter and 
clatter in her head like loaded dice.
     He must have fucked her fifty times in succession while she was still 
trying to acclimate her human brain to the fact that he was actually 
fucking her, for the first time she had ever been fucked in her whole 
young life.  Like the muscular and powerful animal that he was, his soul-
searing dog-fuck reamed her young belly like a piston in a powerful 
engine.  Jackie cringed and whined beneath his savage, automatic invasion, 
her mind blanked out by her own carnal lust, the very hearth of her 
womanhood aflame with a desire that had no counterpoint in her whole 
living memory.
     Heights and depths of unholy ecstasy competed with each other within 
the battleground of her flaming young blonde cunt.  All she could do was 
moan and squirm salaciously around the magnificent beast-cock that was 
despoiling her gorgeous blonde beauty, offering her cunt selflessly up to 
him on the altar of their new-found love.
     When she could get her wildly impassioned breath, she managed to look 
up to watch with lewd fascination the redly glistening dog-cock pistoning 
regularly in and out of the soft, curl-fringed lips of her clinging 
vaginal mouth. It slithered in and out of her widely-split young pussy 
with wet, breath-whipping charges, fucking its way up to the very top, 
then back down again, with her cunt-walls clinging to it like hot liquid 
rubber.  Kaiser's heavy, sperm-bloated testicles slapped heavily against 
the small puckered mouth of her anus down between her luridly spread young 
ass-cheeks, imparting a wild, additional thrill of lust as well.
     Her brain jarred fiercely with every maddening, breast-shivering 
lunge as she reeled in the blinding pool of taboo sodomy.  It amazed the 
teenager the way the glistening length of his cone-shaped penis pistoned 
so deeply within her own tight vagina, and she kicked her legs out to wrap 
them around the furry muscles of Kaiser's strong young back.  Then, 
rhythmically, she lifted her loins in a wildly salacious grinding motion 
to meet his driving strokes with obscene, ecstatic abandon.  Wildly, 
crazily, she humped her gorgeously rounded pelvis up at her animal lover, 
sliding forward onto his continually skewering cock as it lunged deeper 
and deeper with heavenly delight into the tortured confines of her hardly-
used pussy.  His hairy animal belly and loins battered her relentlessly 
and without mercy, thudding resoundingly into her taut, lewdly spreading 
cuntal flesh, his huge, lust-bloated penis sinking full length into the 
fluid inferno of her wildly clasping cuntal passage .
     With shameless, drunken mewls of pure joy, the lust-intoxicated 
blonde teenager rotated her buttocks furiously, grinding the undulating 
walls of her vagina hungrily around the hardened length of his piercing 
animal penis, a blissful wail of enravished lust breaking from her open, 
drooling lips.
     And then the signal came, the unmistakable, but as yet unknown signal 
of approaching orgasm.  It sprayed through the young girl's erotically 
seething loins like the prickling of millions of tiny hot needles, gnawing 
at the inner base of her sensuously quivering belly with a lascivious 
promise of the first real climax she had ever known.
     Over and over again Jackie moaned and whined, continually approaching 
the steep cliff of her elusive orgasm.  She strained beneath her panting 
dog-lover, watching his thick red penis fucking furiously into and out of 
the blonde fringed hole between her eagerly twitching legs.  She gasped 
with agony, her eyes bulging as she raced toward her first genuine orgasm.
     "Ooooh, yyyeeeessss ... fuck me, Kaiser ... Like that ... just like 
that ... I'm going to cum from your fucking ...  Ooooooh ..."  Jackie's 
mouth drooled sexually all over his panting face, covering it with hot, 
wet kisses as her loins felt ready to explode in a million tiny pieces.
     Kaiser's puffing animal heart raged with desire for the beautiful 
blonde mistress he was fucking, whose soft, tan legs were wound so tightly 
around his swiftly moving back, as were her arms now wrapped around his 
neck.  She whined a low, pleading moan as she feverishly kissed him as no 
other human woman had ever done, simultaneously thrusting her eagerly 
clasping pussy walls up over his rod as it drove faster and faster into 
her.  The burning heat of her vaginal channel clung greedily to his 
savagely pumping cock, urging him on.
     "Ooooh, God!" Jackie panted through gritted teeth.  "I can't stand 
it!  I'm almost there! ...  Ooooooh, I'm almost there!"
     The lust-drugged young blonde opened her mouth ardently as the dog's 
long, thick tongue thrust into the heat of her moist oral cavern, brushing 
her tiny pink tongue as it surged forward into the depths of her throat.  
She sucked his tongue wildly, unbridled bestial passion seeming to possess 
her.  Her toes curled downward as every nerve seeming to possess her.  Her 
toes curled downward as every nerve in her hopelessly aching flesh seemed 
to strain endlessly towards the most impossible, mind-shattering, 
fantastic climax.  With his tongue in her mouth, it was as if she were 
being fucked orally as well as vaginally.  Sob after joyous sob broke 
forth from her ardently strangling lips as she felt her whole being heave

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closer and closer to the moment of release.
     Suddenly, it hit her, and all at once the entire apartment rocked 
with the piercing shriek of the teenager's orgasmic wail.
     "Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee!!!  Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuuugggghhhhhh!!!! ... 
Kkkkkaaaaaiiiser!  I'm cumming!  I'm cumming!  I'm cummingcummingcumming!"
     Her pelvis contorted with wild uncontrollable sexual bliss as her 
loins seemed to convulse in mid-air, and everything about the lewdly 
entwined beast and girl twisted and sobbed with excruciating joy.  Her 
vaginal passage seemed to constrict and undulate automatically around his 
rapidly thrusting dog-cock, sucking his hotly scalding animal cum right up 
from his heavy churning balls.
     His tongue withdrew from her greedily sucking mouth and she flailed 
her head from side to side, her face distorted with passionate lust.  The 
wildest flash of erotic sensation that that she had ever known or even 
imagined shot through her like cannon balls, with every fiery spurt from 
Kaiser's heatedly hosing organ.  The obscene combination of their animal 
and human cum trickled warmly out from her hungrily clasping young cunt, 
falling in a tiny hot pool on the white satin pillow just below the 
teenager's loins.
     Jackie's first real orgasm seemed to last for hours, as she felt the 
intensity of every last drop of Kaiser's sperm as it splattered up into 
the unused depths of her vaginal receptacle.  Her cunt seemed to twitch 
incessantly, even after his deflating cock had slipped wetly from her 
truly satisfied love-hole, and it was all she could do to roll off the 
pillows and lie face down in her own, no-longer-virginal bed.
     "Oh, thank you, thank you, Kaiser," she whispered to her canine 
lover, before closing her eyes to doze off in a late-evening nap.



Chapter 4

     At twelve forty-five, Stella Burnside quietly let herself into the 
apartment she shared with her daughter, but she was totally unprepared for 
what she saw in the living room.  She noticed at once that all the lights 
were on, and the quiet conversational tones of a late-night talk show were 
audible coming from the television set.  At first, Stella thought that 
perhaps Jackie was just up watching TV, but one glance into the living 
room told her otherwise.
     Her beautiful, innocent blonde daughter was stretched out nakedly on 
the crumpled satin sheets of her single bed, her sleeping face settled 
peacefully in a calm, satisfied expression.  Beside her, his huge, hairy 
head resting on the soft mounds of the girl's buttocks, lay Kaiser; the 
strapping German Shepherd guard dog!
     As soon as he heard Stella's light footsteps, the big loving dog 
raised his head suspiciously, but recognizing the scent and rhythm of his 
older mistress's step he settled back down into his fleshy pillow.  His 
nostrils flared unconsciously with the renewed wafts of Jackie's musky 
sweet sex-smell, and he shifted slightly on the day-bed.
     "Mmmmph ... Kaiser, what -- ?" the girl mumbled, opening her eyes to 
the dog's subtle stirrings. And then she heard her mother. "Oh, no!" she 
shrieked aloud, her hand flying up to her mouth as she sat up instantly.
     "Are you awake, dear?" Stella asked pointlessly, from the doorway to 
the living room.  "How was your evening?"
     "Mother!" was all the distraught young girl could say.  She sat up 
hurriedly, pulling the pink satin quilt up to inadequately cover her 
nakedness, and Kaiser acquiescingly leaped down off the bed to go and 
nuzzle Stella's nylon-stocking-clad leg.
     "Yes, Jackie... I didn't expect to find you up ..." the raven-haired 
woman replied.  Her mature, feminine imagination was mulling amusedly over 
the possibilities of the awkward situation her lovely teenaged daughter 
was in.  When she had first bought the dog, Stella remembered, she had 
noticed Kaiser's peculiar fascination with human females, and she even 
recalled having been suspicious that he might try to do something with 
Jackie.  She had discarded the titillating idea then, of course, but now 
...
     I wonder ... I just wonder, Stella thought, hiding a smile.  Jackie 
was naked, there was no question about that.  And Kaiser had been lying 
across her bare, firmly rounded ass-cheeks, with a satisfied expression on 
his dog-face.  The bedclothes were rumpled, and the air was heady, as if 
... as if something was going on in here!  Look at the way Jackie's 
clothes are strewn all over the floor!  It was totally unlike anything 
Stella's prim and proper daughter had ever done before.
     The black-haired woman looked inquiringly into her blonde daughter's 
embarrassed face.  She said nothing, and it was Jackie who finally spoke.
     "I ... I guess I fell asleep watching TV, Mother," she explained 
illogically, "Kaiser was just ... just resting with me, I guess ... Oh, 
Mother, I don't know what to say!"
     "You don't have to say anything, dear," the older woman said kindly.  
"In fact, I'm actually pleased ..."  She didn't say or hint what she was 
pleased about, or even whether she knew what Jackie had done a few hours 
ago, but she sat down on the girl's bed, a speculative expression on her 
sly, almost conniving features.  "You see, I had something planned for 
tomorrow, and I was wondering ..."  The mother paused and looked around 
the strewn little living room.  "If you would be able to help me ..."
     Jackie looked suspiciously into her mother's deliberately blank face.  
Self-consciously, she wrapped her shiny pink quilt around her naked young 
body, sitting up straight to hear what Stella had to say.  "Help you?" she 
inquired finally.  "How, Mother?"
     "Well, do you remember what I told you about paying for Kaiser on 
time -- once a week?"  The blonde girl nodded.  "The first payment is 
tomorrow, but I'll be at work.  So, could you cash my paycheck for me at 
the bank, and then pay Matt when he comes over?"
     "Matt?" Jackie repeated.  In her mind, she already sensed that this 
was going to be another one of her mother's little "Meet-a-man" schemes.  
But this time it will be different, the teenager thought smugly.  Let 
Mother introduce me to whoever .she wants to ... I've got Kaiser, now!
     "Matt Fields is the dog breeder I told you about, honey," the older 
woman replied dreamily, her pleasantly filled vagina palpitating at the 
recent encounter with Matt in the lounge of the Double-X Theater.
     "Oh, yeah," Jackie said expressionlessly.  "Okay, I'll pay him ... 
but ... but I won't try to look like the Queen of Sheba for him ..."
     "Jackie! Have I ever --?" Stella exclaimed with exaggerated 
innocence.  But her expression softened when she belatedly caught the tone 
of indifference in her daughter's voice.  Something really has happened 
here tonight! the mother told herself.  And it just might be... Good Lord, 
my own little Jacqueline!

*    *    *    *    *

     "Oh, fuck, man, will you just come on!" Matt Fields shouted to his 
roommate, Greg.  "I can guarantee this broad's daughter is not going to be 
a dog.  Christ, if you only saw the way Stella was built, you wouldn't 
even be arguing!"
     Tall, blond-haired Greg Sullivan emerged from his bedroom in an 
embroidered Western-style shirt and dark brown brushed denim pants.  
"Look, Matt, I'm not trying to screw anything up for you, but why should I 
give up a date that's a sure thing, for some half-assed chance to make a 
chick you haven't even seen yet?"
     "Jesus, man, man, I'm telling you, this chick's mother is fucking 
built.  Tits like watermelons, man, and the firmest little ass ..." Matt 
made an obscene shape in the air with his fingers, and Greg smiled 
indulgently.
     "Yeah, okay, I believe you ...  But hell, I thought all you had to do 
was go over there and pick up the money ..."
     Matt reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet.  He 
reached into the money section and pulled out a folded over envelope.  
"That's what I thought, too, Greg," he said, opening the envelope."  But 
just as I was leaving last night, Mrs. Burnside gave me these."  He held 
out three tickets to the Double-X Theater, specially stamped and dated for 
this evening's premiere showing of a new film from Argentina, that 
promised to be the hottest attraction since "Deep Throat."
     Greg reached over and took the tickets, nodding to himself.  "Three 
tickets, huhh?  You're right, it does look like she was expecting you to 
bring somebody along for her daughter ...  And this lady works at that 
theater?  Shit, some guys have all the luck!"  He handed the tickets back 
to his friend, speculating aloud, "Well, at least it means that the 
daughter is eighteen, so we couldn't get sent up for statutory ..."
     "Then you'll come?" Matt interpreted his roommate's change of 
attitude excitedly.  "I swear to God, Greg, if the daughter's a dog, I'll 
let you have a go at old Stella, and I promise you won't be sorry!"
     Greg got up and smiled.  "I guess that's all a guy could ask for, 
Matt," he said.  He flicked on the TV to watch the end of an old movie 
while the young dog breeder got ready for what was likely to turn into the 
most exciting evening either of them had ever spent.  It was just getting 
dark on the late summer's evening when the friend's climbed into Matt's 
Mustang and headed toward the outskirts of town where the Burnside's 
apartment was supposed to be.
     "I swear, Greg, this chick has got to be good!" was the last thing 
Matt said to his companion as they mounted the stairs that led to Mrs. 
Stella Burnside's door.



Chapter 5

     But Matt Fields wasn't quite prepared for the shock of seeing Stella 
Burnside's daughter for the first time.  When the apartment door slowly 
opened a few seconds after he had confidently rung the buzzer, both the 
curly, dark-haired dog breeder and his blond friend and roommate inhaled 
sharply, exchanging meaningful glances.
     Holy shit! Greg's look said to Matt.  Is this girl real?
     Matt's expression said wordlessly, Oh, Christ, I didn't know she'd be 
this fantastic!
     Jackie noticed their silent, subtle eye-contact, and interrupted them 
sweetly, "Can I help you?  Are you Mother's dog breeder?"
     "I ... um, yes, I am," Matt stammered.  Christ!  And I thought her 
old lady was something else!  The pretty blonde eighteen year old was 
wearing a thin, short dress, made out of some kind of slinky fabric like 
jersey, and it seemed to cling precariously to her voluptuous young 
curves.  The neckline was modest, but the buttons seemed to have casually 
loosened themselves, so both Greg and Matt could clearly see the huge, 
tanned mounds of her firm, young breasts protruding above the top of her 
lacy brassiere.  Her legs were long and gorgeously golden, and it was 
obvious that she wore no stockings at all.  If it hadn't been for Kaiser's 
eagerly joyful presence at the young girl's slender ankles and calves, 
Matt vowed seriously that he would have raped her on the spot.  God!  No 
wonder they needed a guard dog!
     Kaiser's tail was wagging happily at the sight and scent of his 
former master, but he instinctively growled at Greg's presence.  Greg, the 
dog remembered from his life at the breeder's, was the boyfriend of the 
first female human he had ever licked to orgasm, and Kaiser still felt a 
reserve of uneasy anxiety whenever he encountered his ex-master's 
roommate.
     "Well, come on in," Jackie invited them finally, when she was able to 
get their attention.  Their open-mouthed gaping was something she had 
gotten used to in the years since she had turned thirteen, and she knew 
that the only way to deal with it was to wait until they had their senses.  
Besides, she felt safe and secure with Kaiser right at her side, even 
though she knew that the dog must still feel some loyalty to his old 
master.
     "Thanks," both Greg and Matt mumbled in response to the gorgeous 
teenager's invitation.  They followed her trance-like into the small 
apartment, sitting down on the day-bed which had only yesterday been the 
site of Jackie Burnside's deflowering.
     "Mother left the money," the girl explained, going into the bedroom 
for the cash she'd gotten at the bank after school.  When she returned, 
she held out the two crisp bills, a $5 and a $20, in the direction of the 
two young men, and suddenly she laughed.  "Oh, my," she giggled.  "I don't 
even know which one of you is Matt Fields!"  Her turquoise blue eyes 
sparkled gleefully as she sat down in a rocking chair across from the day-
bed.  "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself ... I'm Jacqueline, 
Stella's daughter ... Jackie, for short ..."
     The curly-haired man smiled and said, "I'm Matt, and this is my 
roommate, Greg Sullivan ...  We thought ... Well, your mother gave us 
tickets to the theater for tonight ...  Would you care to join us?"
     Jackie sighed.  So Mother did try to set up a date!  I should have 
known!  Aloud, she said, "I'm not busy tonight, but ...  Well, I know that 
my Mother probably asked you to show me a good time, and all that.  And 
honestly ... you don't have to take me out just for my Mother's sake ...  
I'm really quite happy by myself."  Silently she added, now that I have 
Kaiser to look after me!
     Both young men immediately protested and denied that Mrs. Burnside 
had had anything to do with their invitation to young Jackie.  Greg, 
especially, took the lead and explained hurriedly how he had practically 
twisted Matt's arm to get him to let Greg come along tonight.  Matt didn't 
admit that the situation was almost exactly the reverse, but he did wish 
he hadn't promised Greg that he could act as Jackie's date.  Shit, if he'd 
imagined she was even half as foxy-looking as she was, Matt would've 
agreed to take her out himself, the way Mrs. Burnside had hinted last 
night.
     Although the blonde teenager wasn't fooled by the two young men's hot 
denials of her mother's involvement, she did finally agree to accompany 
them to the sex theater where her mother worked.  She had only been to the 
Double-X once before, and that was last year, right after her mother had 
been re-hired, and before the interior of the theater was remodeled.  She 
hadn't stayed for the show, then, either, and the idea of seeing what 
really went on there sounded interesting.
     She rode to the Double-X in the front seat with Matt, while Greg kept 
up an animated conversation from the back seat.  It made her shudder 
inwardly when they rounded the corner onto the street where her mother was 
displayed in a glass booth like a piece of meat for sale, and for an 
instant, she wished she had not allowed herself to get talked into coming.
     But surely Mother knows they were going to bring me here, Jackie 
consoled herself.  She did give Matt the tickets, after all!  She couldn't 
understand why her mother would want her going to a place like the sex 
theater, but then, she didn't really understand most of what her mother 
thought or did.  It was as if the black-haired mother and her golden-
haired daughter were opposite ends of the spectrum, with totally different 
goals and morals.
     Stella Burnside's whole face lit up when she spotted her young 
college student lover leading his friend and her own daughter Jackie 
toward the popular movie theater.  She excitedly let herself out of her 
glass booth for a moment to welcome them to the show, and she beamed 
silently to her young innocent daughter, thinking that tonight might be a 
turning point for her.  "I'm so glad you decided to come, dear," she 
whispered, squeezing Jackie's hand.  "I just know this movie will have 
special interest for you ..."
     Jackie looked quizzically at her mother, but Matt and Greg hustled 
her past the stills and into the dimly lit cinema.  It wasn't too crowded 
yet, but the way the two ushers were laughing and rubbing their hands 
together indicated that they expected to see a sell-out crowd here 
tonight, for the opening of "Cecilia's Surrender," the hot new feature 
film shot on location in Argentina, without any breaks in the action.  It 
was an entirely new concept in movie-making, and critics from all the 
newspapers were already crowding into the special section roped off for 
members of the press.
     To Jackie, the theater seemed a lot more exciting than it had seemed 
when she had been here before.  In the first place, the standard, semi-
comfortable, velvet theater seats had been replaced by comfortable 
couches, where people could be seated in parties of two, three or four in 
intimate comfort.  A balcony had been added, to provide enough seating, 
and the furniture was grouped like chairs around a night-club table, so 
that people could talk quietly to each other during intermissions without 
disturbing others.
     One of the ushers led Jackie, Matt, and Greg over to a plush green 
couch against one wall, just behind the area reserved for the critics.  He 
leaned down and whispered to the blonde girl that it was the best seat in 
the house, and that any daughter of Stella Burnside's certainly deserved 
it.  Jackie smiled prettily when the usher backed away and left them 
alone.
     It seemed like no time until the house lights began to dim, and a 
spotlight appeared in the center of the stage just below the wide-angle 
movie screen.  A man's voice sounded boomingly over the PA system, 
introducing the special attraction for tonight, Cecilia LaFruta, in 
person, the star of the incredible new film, "Cecilia's Surrender!"
     A low accompaniment of Latin-sounding music rose from somewhere in 
the wings, and soon, the black spangled curtains in front of the screen 
began to rustle and shimmer, as though there was some whirlwind force 
rippling over them.  In seconds, the whirlwind force was revealed to be an 
unbelievably young-looking Latin girl, dressed entirely in red and black.  
Her hair, which was long, thick, and curled voluptuously around her 
shoulders like a fur stole, was a flaming, sequined red, and it shone like 
real fire in contrast to the golden tan of her skin and the shiny black 
patent leather of her abbreviated, bikini brassiere.  Her naked torso 
seemed to have been painted with some kind of sheer, shimmery glitter, for 
with every sensual undulating movement she made, her whole belly seemed to 
glow with the reflected light from the spotlight which was on her.  Inches 
below her glimmering waistline, the girl wore a short black skirt, hung 
with long, spangled fringes which swayed and brushed against the floor.  
Through the illusory black shadow that the fringe created. Jackie, Matt, 
and Greg could see the girl's high-heeled Spanish riding boots, complete 
with heavy silver studs which gleamed in the dark.
     As she approached the microphone, the audience hushed, and you could 
almost feel the intake of air as they all held their breath.
     "Good evening, lay-dees and gentle-men," the soft-spoken girl said in 
her exotic accent.  "I am pleesed to come here, in the United States.  I 
hope you weel enjoy my new mo-vee ...  I am verrry happy to welcome you 
tonight ..."  As she spoke slowly and carefully, her intense dark eyes 
were glittering with sensuous moisture.  The spotlight that was focused on 
her gradually drew back, making the girl seem smaller and smaller as the 
circle of light got bigger.  Slowly, the black spangled curtains began to 
slide away from the screen, and the spotlight faded to a faint, orange 
glow.  Then, incredibly, Cecilia LaFruta suddenly appeared to grow to 
absolutely enormous proportions.  The girl herself stood alone on the 
stage, but behind her, her image appeared on the movie screen, dressed in 
exactly the same clothes she was wearing tonight!  The huge filmed image 
began to sway softly to some unheard music, and below her, in miniature 
real life, Cecilia danced lightly off the stage, leaving the whole theater 
mesmerized by her sensuous motions on the film.
     The green velvet couch where Jackie sat wedged between the two 
college boys suddenly gave a little lurch, and all three occupants looked 
up to see a smiling Stella Burnside sliding in next to Greg.  "This is the 
first showing of this movie," she whispered to the tall, well-built blond 
youth, "and I always sneak in to see the first showing ..."
     Greg smiled obligingly, thinking to himself, Shit, this broad is 
twice as far-out looking as old Matt said ...  Sitting between the older 
woman and her daughter the way he was, Matt's roommate could feel his 
loins beginning to tingle already, even though the movie had hardly begun.
     The movie house was filled with the soft background music of the 
movie soundtrack, and the huge, sensually swaying image of Cecilia LaFruta 
on the screen gradually shrank, to reveal the setting of the film.  The 
girl was dancing to herself in some kind of dressing room, as if she was 
preparing to go out on a stage any minute.  In the upper right-hand corner 
of the screen was a faintly blurred suggestion of prison bars, indicating 
that the erotic young girl was being held captive, perhaps by the people 
for whom she was preparing to perform.
     The camera zoomed in on the prison bars, showing them to be in a 
small window, and on the other side of the bars, two black glinting eyes 
were staring lustfully at the captive slave.  Greg inhaled sharply, as did 
several other members of the audience, but his gasp was more than just the 
realization that the girl on the film was in danger.
     Someone's hand had planted itself down right over the growing bulge 
of his penis!
     "Aaaugh," he groaned in a hoarse whisper.  "Wha --?"  He tore his 
eyes from the screen, and looked at the two gorgeous women on either side.  
Both Jackie and her voluptuous mother were intently watching the movie, 
but Greg looked down and saw that the hand over his pants' fly belonged to 
Stella.  Jesus Christ! he thought to himself ...  She's supposed to be 
Matt's chick ...
     The girl on the screen seemed to be unaware that anyone was watching 
her, and she continued dancing with increasing wildness, as though the 
music in her head was reaching some kind of crescendo.  She whirled and 
spun around in the tiny dressing room, sending the long black fringes of 
her skirt flying like a black cloud around her perfectly shaped thighs and 
buttocks.  Her flaming, glittering red hair whirled out from her head, 
completely obscuring the beautiful mysterious features of her face as she 
rocked and undulated in a frenzied spin, nearly causing herself to lose 
her balance.  The tension in the audience was reaching a heavy peak with 
the pounding beat of the music that filled the theater, but still Cecilia 
spun on and on, around and around ... and around ...  Oh, God, and around 
...
     The camera focused on the lasciviously watching eyes again, and the 
small-boned but voluptuously proportioned girl collapsed in a heap on the 
floor of her jail-cell dressing room.  She heaved and panted audibly, her 
small olive hands reaching up to push her hair out of her perspiration-
glistening face.  Slowly she stood up again, and miraculously, the shiny, 
black-fringed skirt had gone, lying at her feet in a harmless dark pool of 
fabric and fringe.  Underneath, the slave-dancer wore only the tiniest 
shiny triangle of leather panties, although her skin seemed to be painted 
with some kind of shimmery, lust-arousing paint which created a sheen all 
over her entire body.  She began her dance again, to the obvious delight 
of the on-looker, but this time she moved more slowly, with exaggerated 
undulations similar to a bellydance.
     Stella's wandering hand squeezed firmly over Greg's no-longer-
concealable erection, and her whisper assaulted his ears above the 
background music of the film.  "Oooooh, it's getting sooooo big already, 
just like last time ..."
     Last time?!  Matt's roommate repeated to himself.  Hell, I only just 
met Mrs. Burnside a few minutes ago ...  He looked sideways at the black-
haired seductress, trying to divine what was going on in her mind.  Does 
she think I'm someone else?  Matt maybe?
     An "Ooooohh" rose from the audience, drawing Greg's attention back to 
the film, where the Latin girl was now removing her tight leather 
brassiere, to release her magnificently huge golden-nippled breasts, 
letting them stand out proudly in the imaginary privacy of the jail-cell.
     Greg gulped in the darkness.  Now he was really becoming lost.  
Stella was stroking and squeezing his cock wildly, and the girl on the 
screen was stripping down to nothing.  His balls throbbed hotly, building 
and growing with their overload of orgasmic liquid.
     Cecilia was squeezing her nudely exposed breasts in her hotly working 
young hands, and her moans came clearly over the speakers.  Her slender, 
delicate fingers came up to tweak at the pulsating, blood-hard erections 
of her nipples as she began to rub her lovely tanned legs together, 
causing the meager triangle of her patent leather panties to slide slowly 
down over the studded black boots to the floor.  Her pubic hair was barely 
discernible on the screen, a sparse, fleecy vee of red-gold curls, 
glittering like the rest of her young body with a healthy, lust-inspiring 
sheen.  She fell backwards onto the only piece of furniture in her cell-
like dressing room, a low flat bed that doubled as a chair, bench, or 
couch.  Her hands flew down to stroke and tease at her delicately exposed 
genitals, drawing a gasp of passion from the audience as well as from the 
man in the movie, who was watching from the other side of the window.
     The young girl's buttocks were twisting passionately against the 
uncomfortable-looking couch, and she groaned and panted aloud as if she 
hadn't been fucked properly in years.  Jackie's young heart went out to 
the girl, who couldn't have been a day older than Jackie herself, and 
almost unconsciously, Stella Burnside's daughter folded her own hands 
across her lap, pressing down into the warming split between her legs.  
Matt Fields sensed her movement and pulled her closer to him, shifting his 
body slightly so that his growing penis was pressing into her firm young 
thigh.
     To hell with Greg, the dark-haired dog breeder thought.  He didn't 
really want to meet this gorgeous little chick anyway ...
     On the other side of the eighteen year old blonde, Greg's breath was 
hitching spasmodically in his throat.  Stella Burnside, his good buddy's 
latest lay, was still massaging his groin maddeningly, and she had begun 
to coo into his ear, her perfumed breath tickling hotly at his sensitive 
inner flesh.  He wanted to say something -- at least point out that he 
obviously wasn't whoever she seemed to think he was -- but he knew if he 
said anything at all it would be a lewd invitation to fuck.
     The young girl on the screen lay back ecstatically, her desire-
hardened breasts pointing skyward and hardly even jiggling.  Her fingers 
slithered in and out of her openly spread vaginal mouth, which was 
glistening up between her widespread legs, still encased in the long, 
high-heeled Spanish boots.  Sharp little cries began to break from her 
full-bodied red lips, as her lovely head strained back so far that the 
camera picked up her hair as it flailed under the bed.
     Before long, Cecilia was writhing lasciviously in the grip of her 
obscene, imprisoned display.  Her hands ran all over the delicious 
contours of her sleek young body, then plunged again into the bottomless 
well of her eagerly working young cunt.  When she caressed herself, her 
hands moved with the power of pure lust, dancing erotically over the flat 
shimmery expanse of her belly and digging greedily into the exquisite 
roundness of her belly and digging greedily into the exquisite roundness 
of her firm young breasts.  She groaned and pulled her knees up until they 
were almost touching her breasts, the juices from her hotly glinting cunt 
moistening the flat mattress below.  Her fingertip crawled like a spider 
into the soft, hair-covered lips of her young vagina, spreading them apart 
until the wetly pulsating inner flesh was obvious to the camera and the 
audience.  She groaned again as she plunged her fingers deeply into the 
boiling cauldron of her lust, its oval, fish-liked mouth opening hungrily.  
Her face contorted as she violently fingered herself right in front of the 
glinting eyes of her jailer as well as the eagerly watching eyes of the 
audience.  A gasp rose from the movie-viewers, as her tiny, tightly 
flexing young anus lifted upward into the light, puckering open slightly 
as if with well-used practice.
     Greg gaped with disbelief as Cecilia stroked her pussy flesh, swiping 
up fingerfulls of moisture to spread down into the crevice between her 
widespread ass-cheeks, her tiny clitoris standing out high and hard above 
her desperately working hand.  By now, the college student could feel his 
penis almost boiling over with little drops of cum at its head, and his 
testicles felt as if they were being tightened in a vice.  His eyes rolled 
frustratedly in his head, and a streak of perspiration broke out on his 
forehead.  Stella was still massaging his cock, but she hadn't made any 
further move.  For a moment, Greg was afraid he might slip and groan out 
loud from the pain building in his overheated loins, and his balls felt 
like powder kegs ready to explode.
     The girl on the screen fingered her anus and then returned to the 
wetly gleaming slickness of her open vagina.  Her hungrily probing fingers 
worked up inside the pink, wet folds, widening them with each wet sluice.  
Then she slipped two fingers smoothly in and out, groaning excitedly all 
the while.  Her legs jackknifed back again, knees pressed tightly against 
her youthful breasts and her soft rounded pelvis worked demonically all 
around her finger-fucking young hands.
     Her facial muscles tightened and strained after an almost impossible 
pause.  Clenching her teeth agonizingly together, she thrust a third 
finger alongside the others in the hungry pink folds which easily 
swallowed all three with a greedy wet sucking sound.  A soft purring moan 
of pleasure broke from the red-headed girl's lips as she writhed with 
desire.  Her fingers drove faster and faster, the rapid rhythm forcing 
grunts of savage, primitive passion from her beautiful young face.
     Her body flesh seemed to glow almost red, burning for orgasm.  Beads 
of sweaty desire glistened across her fevered young brow as her lovely 
head lolled from side to side on the flat bed, her long red hair flying 
out behind her in frustration at her inability to reach climax.  She 
strained after it urgently, her fingers pistoning up inside her open, 
exposed cunt, her groans increasing in urgency just as her dance had at 
the beginning of the movie.
     Suddenly, both on the screen and inside the movie theater, there 
seemed to be a standstill of time.  The wickedly spying jailer in the film 
softly unlocked the door and let a huge German Shepherd bound into the 
cell!
     Cecilia's eyes widened in genuine terror, and she jerked the back of 
her hand against her mouth, but the movie didn't stop.  Her scream pierced 
the heavy, anticipating air of the theater like flash of lightning, and 
beside Greg and Matt, Jackie slumped into the couch.
     "K-Kaiser ..." she whispered to herself, her big innocent blue eyes 
glued firmly to the movie screen.  She saw clearly the girl in the film's 
sincere, unaffected horror, and she somehow wanted to tell her that it was 
going to be all right.  But, God, how could she talk to someone in a 
movie?  Is this... is this what Mother meant when she said I would find 
the movie interesting.  Jackie stole a glance at her mother, on the other 
side of Greg Sullivan, but the hazy, dilated-pupil look in Mrs. Burnside's 
eyes told the young girl nothing.  Did Mother know that there was going to 
be a dog in this movie?  Does she know about me and Kaiser?
     The blonde teenager could discern no clues from her mother's 
expression, and she didn't look down, or she would have seen the older 
woman's hand as it slowly, silently began to tug at Greg's fly zipper.  
The college senior jerked suddenly from the first cool touch of Stella's 
pleasure-giving hand on his naked sensitive penile flesh, but he dared not 
speak.
     The girl on the screen was sitting up in quivering fear, her hard

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young breasts shaking titillatingly beneath the lustfully snarling dog.  
The huge beast who looked so much like a bigger version of Kaiser lowered 
his nose between the shivering young love-slave's soft, coffee-colored 
legs, spreading the curling red hairs in her crotch and sniffing at her 
fully aroused vaginal mouth.  His tail wagged and trembled as though he 
had located a bitch in heat, and Cecilia moaned in stark terror.  She 
cried out in a high-pitched wail as the animal's lizard-like tongue shot 
out and trailed up the entire crevice between her thighs, its tip flicking 
teasingly at the tiny, defensively clenching anal ring.
     The red-haired Argentine girl tried to squirm away, but the massive 
dog was unrelenting.  He raised his head whenever she moved, snarling 
menacingly until she checked her motion.  He lapped at the narrow pink 
slit of her cunt, running his salivating red tongue over the pinkly 
pulsing flanges of her vaginal lips to the tiny, sensation-primed pleasure 
button of her clitoris.  She moaned and sighed as his great tongue spread 
through the soft hair-covered swelling of her pubis, dragging the fleshy 
folds of her pussy after it.
     He licked mercilessly between the young girl's widespread legs, 
stopping sporadically to curl more deeply through the walls of her vagina, 
when a fierce, piercing cry broke from her throat to literally make the 
windows shudder.  She jerked spasmodically, helpless in the grip of a lust 
too obscene to be believed, as the great dog licked and sucked at her 
raging loins.
     Greg couldn't suppress a shiver.  His eyes glazed over as he panted 
uncontrollably, watching this amazing display of unspeakable lewdness.  
He'd wondered once or twice, he remembered, whether his roommate Matt ever 
considered training any of his dogs to do that to human females, but he 
had never really taken the idea seriously.  Now that he was seeing it in 
the film -- which had been shot continuously without interruption so there 
could be no question of the realism -- he thought again that it was 
possible for women to respond to animals, and he resolved to talk to Matt 
about it later.  Right now, however Stella's expert hands were stroking up 
and down on the incredibly hardened length of his fully exposed penis, 
making his pelvis twitch involuntarily as she skinned back the heavy 
foreskin covering his slickening cockhead.
     The redhead on the screen had stopped her frightened sobbing, and the 
only noises she emitted now were soft, sex-pleading mewls, that echoed 
lewdly throughout the avidly watching audience.  The German Shepherd's 
thickly slithering tongue moved mercilessly up and down between her 
thighs, drawing cries of ecstasy where before there had been abject 
terror.  She raised her hands, holding them in indecision for a moment, 
and then dropped them with a helpless moan to grip tightly behind the dogs 
ears.
     A deep, guttural groan of desire rumbled from her throat, and 
suddenly she jerked her legs backward in order to give the animal greater 
oral access to her seething pussy.  She pulled his tapered nose forward, 
up inside her well-lubricated vaginal mouth, and his enormous tongue 
snaked out even deeper up into the moist, steaming passage, ravishing her 
eagerly accepting cuntal walls without mercy.
     Wild, incoherent shrieks echoed from her young lips, pleading and 
encouraging the German Shepherd who was salivating between her upthrust 
thighs.  He worked savagely, like the beast he was, instinctively 
following his animalistic urges.
     The three younger occupants of the green theater couch gasped in 
unison, as Stella looked up amusedly to see what was the matter.
     The German Shepherd's glistening red penis was slowly emerging from 
its furry animal sheath, and the camera had zoomed in to accentuate its 
foreboding, expectant progress!
     He lifted his nose from the pleading Argentinian girl's genitals to 
lever her onto her stomach.  Her resistance to the huge beast seemed to 
have waned under his maddening dog-tonguing, and she was helplessly doubly 
enslaved -- locked by her captors in the tiny, cell-like bedroom and 
trapped by her wild, insurmountable desires to feel the dog's cock in her 
raging young cunt.  Her quivering body subserviently knelt on all fours on 
the bed, as the animal nudged her upward before his waiting penis.
     Greg twitched noticeably as Stella teasingly squeezed even tighter 
around his burgeoning penile rod, drawing his attention from the movie 
screen back to his own urgent erection.  She could feel her own insane 
need building inexorably in her quivering loins, and she felt that she 
just had to see the young college student as he responded automatically to 
her expert genital caress.
     On the screen, Cecilia reached back and spread her creamy-white 
buttocks to open them like a curtain from her delicately throbbing rectal 
lips, giving the dog's tongue greater access as he worked at her lingually 
from behind.  She still wore the heavily studded leather boots, and the 
huge German Shepherd seemed to respond to the scent by crouching right up 
close on his haunches, so that his whole body was supported by the small-
boned girl kneeling on the bed.
     He nuzzled into the lust-paralyzed girl's crotch, pushing his massive 
head between her pelvis and the bed.  Stella's eyes widened with 
excitement, as she thought to herself what Jackie must be thinking right 
now.  I don't think I was wrong, the mother remarked to herself.  What 
else could it have been ... Matt told me that Kaiser doesn't like men, but 
Jackie had certainly had some kind of activity last night ... Stella 
smiled almost gleefully when she imagined that the girl on the screen was 
not Cecilia LaFruta from Argentina, but rather her own lovely blonde 
daughter Jackie, and she whispered mentally to herself, That's it, Jackie 
honey ... I knew you wouldn't turn out to be an old puritan like your 
father!
     Cecilia -- or Jackie, whichever girl it was -- was kneeling 
obediently to elevate her ass-cheeks in abject surrender.  The dog's long, 
relentless tongue had lashed into her servile helplessness, crushing her 
initial resistance with its vigorous and unremitting attack on her 
sensitive young sexual organs.  She was on all fours and the German 
Shepherd now mounted the smoothly spread cheeks of her ass, placing his 
forepaws on her sleek young back.  The glistening, scarlet rod of his 
penis slipped from its furry sheath, dripping milky white animal cum from 
its tip.  The tapering point slipped and jerked, trying to locate the 
tight little anal hole in order to bury the thick, hard shaft into the 
helpless young love-slave's rectum.  As it slipped menacingly about on her 
naked flesh, Cecilia cried out as if she were being branded by a scalding 
hot iron.
     But even as she cried out, she was still looking back, and trying to 
capture with her upraised buttocks the length of the dog's love-shaft.  
Like a bitch in heat, she strove to scabbard the long, pinkly glistening 
organ in her voraciously flagellating vaginal mouth.  But the dog seemed 
bent on denying her.  All he wanted was her tiny little anus.  The sharp 
tit of his cock missed its mark at first, but then it slid upward again, 
trying again to enter.
     The Argentinean girl on the screen sobbed piteously, as she writhed 
before the great beast that was trying to skewer her rectum.  Finally, it 
must have been a mistake on the dog's part, his throbbing red rod slipped 
into her starving, passion-inflamed pussy, and she sighed over and over as 
he shoved instinctively forward.
     Oooh, that's it! Stella was saying to herself in silent encouragement 
to the movie.  Fuck right up into her cunt, Kaiser ... Fuck right into 
Jackie's virgin cunt!  She shifted sideways on the couch so that she could 
grasp Greg's cock with both her hands now, manipulating him as though he 
was nothing more than a lustful erotic toy designed for her pleasure.  He 
gasped uncontrollably as she stroked his thick, hot hardness, no longer 
caring whether Jackie or Matt knew what was going on or not.
     The dog on the screen growled, and Cecilia reached back, trying to 
keep his slippery penis from sliding out of her vaginal mouth.  But she 
was unsuccessful, as the German Shepherd slid off her polished leather 
boots and inadvertantly pulled his flaming rod of canine flesh out of her 
frantically undulating cunt-walls.
     He lunged forward again almost immediately, but the audience knew 
from the close-up of the expression on Cecilia's face that the huge German 
Shepherd had finally succeeded in his intentions.  He had rammed his long, 
dripping dog-cock right into the girl's wrinkled anal ring!  It slithered 
forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his sperm-filled 
testicles swinging below her and smacking heavily into her wetly dripping 
pubic hair.  A moan of relief broke from her contorted lips, as she began 
to move rhymically backwards to meet the thrust of the panting dog.  His 
forelegs wrapped tighter around her smoothly curved hips, and she 
undulated her body in tiny lewd circles, abandoning herself to this 
delicious, searing animal fucking of her rectal passage.  Her face turned 
toward the camera, and the audience could see that all fear and pain were 
gone, and in their place, only delirious rapture remained.  Her desire-
swollen breasts danced slightly beneath her sensuously writhing torso, 
moving in time to the mercilessly skewering cock of the dog as it slid 
deeply into her from behind, a relentless hot poker of lewdly glistening 
flesh burying itself deeply and excitingly within her.
     Stella's breath was coming in tight, frantic gasps, and the burning 
sensation bubbling in her belly was almost too much to bear.  She felt as 
if her eyes would burst right out of her head.  The wild fluttering in her 
loins increased savagely in intensity with each prolonged moment that she 
watched the teenager on the screen being ravished as she imagined her own 
daughter must have been ravished last night.  The excited heat of the 
audience around her communicated itself and bathed everyone in 
perspiration.  She could feel sweat trickling down her belly and mingling 
with the moistly trickling perfume at her pubic curls.  She squirmed her 
vagina down harder against the cushion of the couch, stroking furiously on 
the college student's throbbing cock at the same time.  She bit hard on 
her lower lip, struggling to hold back a groan of sheer, unadulterated 
passion.
     Jackie, on the other end of the couch next to Matt, was breathing 
heavily as she stared abjectly at the flickering movie screen.  She didn't 
remember where she was or with whom ...  She could feel Matt's eagerly 
wandering hand tracing slowly up the insides of her silky naked thighs, 
but in her titillated imagination, she thought it was Kaiser, licking up 
toward her cunt the way he had last night.  In her so recently stimulated 
mind, the young daughter of Stella Burnside had never imagined that anyone 
-- a dog or a man -- could possibly stick his hugely erected cock right 
into that tiny puckering channel of her rectum, but now that she was 
seeing it with her own eyes, it seemed like an exciting, and enticing 
possibility.  She could already feel her ass-cheeks twitching, as she 
dreamed how some time she and Kaiser would actually try what the girl in 
the movie was doing right now.
     Matt's fingers contacted the tiny hard bud of her clitoris through 
her panties at exactly the same time that Stella whispered hotly into Greg 
Sullivan's ear, "Oh, honey, let me taste your gorgeous cock!"
     "Shit!" Greg spat out unconsciously, looking up apprehensively to 
make sure no one had heard him.  But everyone in the theater, including 
the other two occupants of the green couch, was avidly watching the film, 
and Greg groaned again as he slid down to let Mrs. Burnside lean over his 
loins.  He curled his fingers into her long, thick black hair, gripping 
her head and forcing her mouth down over his throbbing, blood-bloated 
cock.  Her hand cupped his sperm-heavy balls affectionately, as her brain 
spun deliriously.
     Dizzying sensations swam through her lust-ridden brain like hot lava, 
as she gagged and gurgled over the young near-stranger's delicious 
hardness, lapping at the underside and all around it.  She swirled her 
tongue all over the swollen veins, as his healthy testicles pumped 
pulsating blood furiously into them.  Her eyes closed with ecstasy and her 
nostrils flared, as she forgot that she was supposed to be watching a 
movie, at her place of employment.
     Greg tried to stifle his groans, but he had lost control of his body.  
Christ, he thought, that's her daughter sitting next to me ... God!  But 
then he amended it, Oh, well, it's Matt's affair, anyway, not mine ... I 
didn't know what these chicks were like!
     He opened his eyes again to look at the movie, and the obscenely 
swaying body of young Cecilia kneeling before the rapidly hunching German 
Shepherd.  The Argentinean girl had gone completely out of her mind now, 
and she was shouting in Spanish to the dumb beast through desperately 
clenched teeth.  She was begging him, literally, to fuck her harder, to 
spew his burning hot cum deep up into her greedily yearning cunt.  She 
wanted to be filled with his animal semen, as she twisted like an animal 
herself before his powerful assault.  She was just a mass of trembling, 
desire-deranged flesh, pleading to be fucked and dominated by the dog on 
her back, its heavily hardened cock pistoning mercilessly in and out of 
her young rectal passage.  She was actually reveling in the humiliation of 
being fucked from behind by an animal in front of a movie camera, and she 
ground her buttocks salaciously back against him.
     Greg couldn't tear his eyes away, but the building pressure in his 
sperm-laden balls was becoming excruciating, as Stella sucked ravenously 
on his bulging young cock, practically devouring him alive as her own 
loins tingled excitingly.
     Cecilia's long red hair was flailing wildly as the furious beast 
thundered into her, and Greg had the strangely erotic impression that the 
movie on the screen was somehow real, and happening in obscene conjunction 
with Mrs. Burnside's oral sucking on his heatedly sensitive penis seemed 
to be part of the movie on the screen, and it made his balls churn and 
nearly boil over to think about it.
     Suddenly, there was a fierce cry from the lust-possessed red-head in 
the movie.  She threw her head from side to side screaming in combined 
torment and delight.  It was obvious that she was hurtling through the 
most soul-shattering orgasm ever, as she bucked viciously back against the 
dog.
     The huge animal's tongue lolled wetly from his mouth as he fucked 
wildly into her backside, and his saliva dripped into a pool that had 
formed in the smooth estuary of her youthful back.  She rammed her nakedly 
quivering buttocks back hard, sobbing and laughing at the same time as she 
felt the first hot jets of his thick animal cum spurt deeply into her 
greedily clasping rectal channel.
     Greg watched in licentious fascination, feeling his own urgent need 
to cum pressuring impossibly in his balls.  He clutched his fingers into 
the black-haired woman's cheeks to press them tighter around his inflating 
cockshaft.
     And on the screen, Cecilia's smooth round buttocks contracted 
uncontrollably, signalling the orgiastic upheaval of not only her 
quivering, flagellating vagina, but her tightly locked anal passage as 
well.  Thick, white liquid oozed from her rectum, spreading all over her 
sensuously quivering ass-cheeks, thin trails of sticky dog-cum that ran 
down back of the olive columns of her thighs.  Her buttocks shone, 
displaying soaked pubic hair down bellow, and pink, exhausted rectal 
flesh, just above, as she pitched forward on the mattress to land on her 
face.
     The dog's slowly deflating penis slid from her semen-flooded back 
passage with a lewd hissing sound that echoed reverberatingly throughout 
the dead-silent movie audience, and Greg Sullivan had to hold his breath 
to keep from groaning aloud.
     I can't cum in her mouth ... Shit ... I've got to hold back ... he 
was saying over and over to himself, but he knew even then that nothing in 
the world could stop the incredible flood that was threatening to break 
the dam in his balls.
     And then it happened.  The steel spring in his balls uncoiled, 
spitting out through the burning head of his cock while Stella continued 
to suck without pausing, squirting upward through her greedily locked lips 
and back down again.
     Greg moaned and bucked like a horse as the juice of his loins 
squirted out this way and that, painting the walls and roof of the 
gorgeous woman's mouth, striking with burning heat back against her 
hungrily working tonsils.
     Mrs. Burnside sucked endlessly, in a sweet, prurient dream of 
ecstasy.  It was something she had always craved, and especially now since 
her divorce, she enjoyed the pungent flavor and heat of a young man's cum.  
As the last spurt of his milk-white orgasm struck the back of her throat 
she suctioned in her cheeks voraciously, to vacuum every last drop from 
the glans opening of his slick young penis.  Then she raised her head from 
his steaming, satisfied loins, and stood up quietly.
     The movie was almost over, she knew, and she had to be out in front 
selling tickets to the next show before the crowds started lining up 
outside.  At the exit to the showing room, Stella paused to look back at 
her daughter, wedged happily between the two young men, and she smiled 
knowingly.  Jackie's going to be all right, after all! she exulted.  Matt 
and Greg will never leave her alone now!
     And it was a good thing, too, because there was a certain male that 
Stella was interested in now, too, a male animal who had been responsible 
for Jackie's demise.



Chapter 6

     The lights in the Double-X Theater flickered on uncertainly at the 
end of the passionate full-length film.  The three squinty-eyed young 
college students sat numbed for several seconds, the same thought flashing 
through their minds.  They had all actually seen young Cecilia LaFruta in 
person, before the movie had begun ...  They had seen the girl who let 
herself be ass-fucked by a dog!
     What was that dainty but voluptuously proportioned teenager doing 
now?  Had she brought the German Shepherd with her from Argentina?  Were 
they both backstage now, perhaps in a position equally as compromising as 
the one in the film?  God!
     As Jackie slowly looked around her, she saw that many of the other 
members of the audience were still sitting frozen, mesmerized by the 
salacious movie they had just viewed.  Some had that dazed, drugged look 
in their eyes, as though their minds were still back in the cage-like 
dressing room where Cecilia had performed in the film, with the huge furry 
dog fucking into her backside while she knelt subserviently before him.
     The blonde coed shuddered and sat up rigidly, smoothing her clinging 
skirt down over her unconsciously trembling thighs.  Her own clear blue 
eyes were dilated widely with private lust, for during the film, Matt had 
subtly worked his fingers all the way up to her crotchband!  A few times, 
he stretched the elastic of the leg-holes of her panties, so he could slip 
his big, masculine fingers into the steaming valley of her so recently 
initiated pussy slit.  It had been all right when the theater was darkened 
-- Jackie had to admit that having Matt's fingers playing on her sensitive 
erogenous flesh was the only way she would have been able to sit through 
the entire erotic foreign film.  Now, however, with Greg Sullivan and all 
the other people in the audience able to see what had been going on, 
Jackie's former modesty returned in an embarrassed rush, and she tried to 
sit up normally and deny the hot arousal of her young genitals.
     "Well, what did you think of the movie?"  It was Matt who spoke, 
breaking the heavy silence among the three youths.
     Greg nodded in vague response, gulping in relief that he had had time 
to slip his deflated cock back into his jockey shorts and zip the fly of 
his brushed denim pants.  "Yeah, it was far out," he said, but privately 
he added, And Mrs. Burnside is even more far out than the flick!
     "Those German Shepherds are really lover boys when they get started, 
aren't they," Matt continued, this time turning his gaze to Jackie.  "I 
know; I've raised a lot of dogs ... and I could just tell that some of 
these bigger animals got all hot whenever they got near a woman."  He 
stared hard at the teenaged daughter of his voluptuous customer, his deep 
brown eyes seeming to pierce right through her consciousness to her 
innermost guilty thoughts.
     Jackie began to blush uncontrollably.  Does he know?  Does he know 
what I did with Kaiser last night?  Her first agonizing thought was 
followed immediately by another, even more insidious one.  Did Matt 
deliberately train Kaiser to do that?  Oh, God, don't let it be true!  
What if I've been ... TRICKED by this friend of Mother's?  And even as the 
first suspicion of betrayal crossed the young blonde's quick-witt, she 
realized that if there had been any underhandedness concerning her 
strangely sodomizing affair with the handsome German Shepherd, then her 
own dear mother Stella Burnside would have had a hand in it.
     Oh, my God!  Mother deliberately planned this whole thing ... She 
figured it all out right down to the movie, just to make me give in!
     Her young head spinning with thoughts of revenge, renewed 
apprehension about her two attractive companions, and a certain amount of 
unsatisfied arousal, Jackie forced herself to stand up.  Her voice was 
stiff and formal; "There's another show in a few minutes, you guys, so we 
better clear the theater ..."
     Greg looked up in surprise.  "What's wrong, Jackie?"
     "Nothing ... but I think I better get home ..."
     "Home?" Matt repeated incredulously.  "I thought you'd come with us 
for a while!"  He grasped the girl's arm as all three of them made their 
way through the throng at the theater exit.  As they passed the glass 
booth where Stella was busily taking money and handing out theater 
tickets, Matt stopped and went over to talk to her.
     "All right if we take your daughter out tonight, Mrs. Burnside?" he 
asked in a friendly way.
     Black haired Stella smiled her assent.

*    *    *    *    *

     The three young college students were still out when the voluptuous 
divorcee quietly opened the front door to her apartment.  She didn't 
really expect to find them there, but it was well after 2AM, and it wasn't 
like Jackie to stay out quite this late.  Still, for the hot-blooded 
mother, the girl's absence was an encouraging sign, and Stella began to 
hum softly as she hung up her light summer coat and began to undo her 
short costume.
     Kaiser growled involuntarily as he awoke from his pleasant nap on 
young Jackie's musky-scented bed.  He climbed down onto the floor and 
followed his new mistress' humming voice into the kitchen, nuzzling up 
against her silk-stocking-clad legs and licking playfully at the flesh of 
her firmly-sculpted thighs.  All that the gorgeous older woman wore was 
her underwear, a black lacy decollette brassiere, shadowy black nylon 
panties, and a brief but ruffled garter belt that held up her long, smooth 
stockings.
     The young dog had never seen real women's underthings before, because 
most of the females he had known at Fields' Breeders had been the young 
ones, who shunned the traditional forms of femininity.  For some 
inexplicable, instinctual reason, the sight of the curvaceous black-haired 
divorcee in her most private underwear was impossibly exciting to the 
young puppy, and his long pink tongue slipped from his drooling jaws as he 
nosed his head up between Stella's legs.
     Stella smiled down at her new pet, breaking off her soothing humming 
to inquire, "Oh, so you think you're a human man, do you, Kaiser?"  Her 
tone was mildly joking, and she wasn't at all prepared for what the young 
dog did next.
     Kaiser sluiced his tongue right up over the nylon-covered mound of 
her pubis, and all the way down through her panty-covered vaginal split!
     "Oh my God!" Stella breathed.  "My God, I was only joking!"
     But the eager German Shepherd continued to lap at her insufficiently 
hidden sexual area, while the mother stood flabbergasted in the kitchen.  
Visions from the movie she had just seen tonight mingled with her 
imaginary suspicions about her daughter, and she put two and two together.
     "Why, of course!" she exclaimed.  Her mind flew back to the back yard 
of the big white house in central Sacramento, where Matt Fields lived and 
ran his dog breeding business.  She remembered how the dark-haired college 
student had explained Kaiser's preference for women, and dislike for men.  
She remembered the way Kaiser had nuzzled her, when she was trying to 
decide which of the three German Shepherd brothers to buy.  In her 
imagination, she saw the look on her young daughter's face just last 
night, when Kaiser had been resting his head across her firmly rounded 
young ass-cheeks.  In her imagination, Kaiser's expression looked exactly 
like the expression that the dog in the Argentine movie wore, with that 
lustful, animalistic anticipation sparkling in his big, soulful eyes.
     "Oh, my gorgeous, delicious little pet!" Stella sighed, moving from 
the kitchen to the hall, and down the short hall to the privacy of her 
bedroom.  Kaiser followed faithfully, almost like a magnet, as the sexily 
built woman moved erotically in her scant undergarments which were such a 
fascination for him.  She threw open her bedroom door, and Kaiser leaped 
up excitedly on the bed, already anticipating what his older mistress had 
in mind.  But the black-haired woman had her own way of doing things.
     Slowly, almost torturously, she began to unhook her brassiere, so 
that the hugely pendulous orbs of her breasts gradually throbbed into the 
puppy's eager view.  Then, swaying silently to some music that seemed to 
be playing in her brain, the woman stripped off her thin nearly 
transparent panties, so that the young German Shepherd began to drool at 
the sight of her moistly glistening cuntal vee.
     Kaiser began to bark excitedly, and the thick red velvet bedspread 
began to heave up and down with his eager jumping.
     "In a minute, Kaiser, in a minute," Stella promised softly, as she 
arched her back and gripped the black elastic garter behind her left 
thigh.  Her magnificent breasts jutted proudly upward, their brown nipple 
peaks wrinkling tautly in the cool night air of the bedroom.  She leaned 
over as she gently rolled her illusory stocking down her long, perfectly 
shaped leg, causing her gigantic tits to swing enticingly forward, and 
Kaiser leaped off the bed in the hopes of getting a slurping taste of 
their sweetness.
     "Ooooh, good dog!  Good dog!" the gorgeous divorcee laughed to the 
eager animal.  She hurriedly sleeked down her right stocking, daintily 
pulling it off her toe as she raised her leg clear up to her heavy set 
breast, revealing again the pinkly glimmering furrow of her excited and 
exciting cunt.
     Kaiser drooled and growled as the voluptuous older woman carefully 
lay back on the soft velvet covering of her queen-sized bed, her eyes 
sparkling down at him suggestively.  But he couldn't wait any longer.  He 
leaped up on top of her before she had even gotten comfortable, and lapped 
at her nipple crowns with his long, wet dog-tongue.
     "Why you lecherous young man!" she cried in mock horror.  "You can't 
wait half a second, can you?"  But her cunt was still twitching with the 
unfulfilled arousal she had experienced while sucking young Greg 
Sullivan's cock, even as she was watching a movie about a beautiful beast 
very similar to Kaiser himself.  She stared wonderingly into his handsome 
German Shepherd face, the expression in his large round eyes altogether 
too sexy and human.  She felt as if they were laser beams burning into the 
soft hairy mattress of her pussy.  God, they were twinkling seductively!
     The temptation to go right ahead with the eager young dog was too 
great for Stella to ignore, or even postpone.  She felt a small ripple of 
excitement in her belly as she reached forward to stroke Kaiser's sleek 
coat, feeling his hair tickle teasingly across her fully upthrust
     He accepted her enticing invitation.  Again the length of his hot, 
moist tongue swept over the sensitive hardness of her nipples, and it 
didn't stop there.  The voluptuous theater ticket-seller gasped excitedly 
as his long, thickly working flesh curled its heated wetness over the 
smooth resilience of her nakedly tingling skin again and again.
     Her breath caught desperately in her throat as she felt herself 
beginning to respond, just the way her own young daughter must have.  She 
watched as the pinkly glistening length of his tongue grazed over the 
erect, berry-hard nipples on her nakedly swelling breasts, the feverish 
sensation rapidly increasing.  She could almost see the large secondary 
mounds of her areolas gradually expanding under their delicate load of her 
tautly hardened nipples.
     The simmering sensations raced through her like a raging forest fire, 
causing the moisture seeping from her now warmly flushed cunt-lips to flow 
even faster, dampening the tops of her thighs and the velvet bedspread 
underneath.  For a moment, Kaiser seemed to hesitate, but then he whined 
and worked forward, to wedge her long legs apart with his snout, pushing 
his cold, wet nose up between them right to the expectantly quivering lips 
of her pussy mouth!
     "Oooohh, God!  Kaiser, I didn't guess!  I wondered ... and now I 
know!  You handsome little devil!"
     Kaiser responded warmly to her throaty encouragement.  Trying to work 
his nose in still further, his nostrils keenly aroused by the musky scent 
of her excited womanhood, he pressured roughly into her widespread loins, 
causing her to jerk upward on the soft, sensual bed.
     Once more his hot tongue darted out provocatively, licking 
mercilessly at her nudely reclining body.  Wild emotions swamped the 
raven-haired woman as she stared deeply into his brown eyes, while his 
tongue continued to lap lovingly at her nakedly jutting breasts.  God, he 
seemed to know exactly what to do ...  Almost as if he had been 
deliberately trained to do it!
     His large, lapping tongue suddenly started working downward over her 
softly trembling flesh, down over her soft belly, swirling wetly and 
excitedly into her navel and then downward again.  He licked and lapped 
down until finally the tip of his nose was sniffing right between her 
helplessly quivering thighs, as if he could smell the intoxicating heat of 
her desperately surging cunt.
     Even mature, imaginative Stella Burnside was amazed and incredulous 
at the young dog's performance.  She couldn't believe that she herself 
could get so excited so quickly, just from the tonguing of her loins by an 
eager German Shepherd puppy.  It was easy to see why young Cecilia LaFruta 
responded so hotly to the dog in the movie, and Stella could even 
understand why her formerly virgin daughter might get turned on by a dog.  
But the hot-blooded, experienced older woman had never in her fully-lived 
life ever imagined that she herself might be so susceptible to the lingual 
caress of a dog!
     But maybe that's why it's so exciting, she mused to herself.  It IS 
forbidden, after all ... illegal ... unnatural ...  Oh, God, and sooo 
fantastic!
     Aloud, she spoke to Kaiser, as if she expected him to understand her 
words.  "I didn't know what to think last night, Kaiser, when I found you 
and Jackie lying together like that ...  But I know now, don't I, boy?  
You were teaching Jackie the things she needed to know, weren't you, you 
lovable little devil! ...  Well, I must say, Kaiser, you succeeded where I 
failed, with Jackie, anyway ...  And I'm glad of it, too ...  Ooooh, you 
gorgeous creature!"
     She propped herself up and took his handsome face tenderly in her

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hands.  "Come on, boy, show me what you did for Jackie ..."
     The piquant fragrance of her mating heat fired the young dog's loins.  
He sensed a relationship between this woman and his recent young conquest, 
a relationship that promised a similarly pleasing encounter.  He 
recognized the rising aroma of Stella's female sexual arousal that was so 
close to the scent of Jackie's virginity.  He would have to lick her 
there, between her legs, to find out if they both tasted the same.  His 
snout wiggled and sniffed toward her hotly burning vaginal crevice, 
picking up the fierce potency of her sexual aroma, moist and wetly 
pulsating with its bright promise.  He could detect the shivering ripple 
of excitement passing through her huge breasts and splendid hourglass 
hips, tremoring onward into her loins and then passing out through her 
legs.  The pointed tips of her nipples quivered before him like lustfully 
shaking jelly as he roamed her body with his eyes.  He stared hard into 
the sensuous triangle of her soft pubic curls, so much thicker and darker 
in color than her daughter's.  Underneath, he could just make out the 
sultry, hungry-looking lips of her moistly gleaming pussy mouth.
     "Ooooh, come on, Kaiser, boy," Stella groaned, stroking his furry 
head back behind his ears.  "You can tell I'm ready, can't you?  The dog 
in the movie didn't seem to have any trouble.
     Kaiser's eyes gleamed as he caught the intensive charge of lurid 
sensuality emanating from her huskily moaning throat.  Her eyes were 
fastened on him, and she noticed that he seemed to be as lustfully aroused 
as she was.  She wondered why he didn't just get on with whatever it was 
he was planning to do.
     "Please, lover-boy," she begged.  "I want you to lick my cunt, like 
the dog did in the movie ...  Come on, Kaiser ...  What do you want me to 
do?"  The green-eyed woman stared wonderingly into the perfectly-formed 
creature's eyes, and she was sure she could see them smoldering in desire.  
But at the same time, she found no clue, no hint, as to what he expected 
her to do.
     M-maybe, she thought, I'm supposed to kneel down like a she-bitch ...  
But Cecilia didn't kneel until the very end!  It annoyed her to be placed 
in a position where she didn't know quite what to do next.  With a human 
man it was easy; she knew exactly what turned them on, and she could drive 
them absolutely crazy with desire.  But with Kaiser, Stella felt almost 
like a teenager, as she groaned endlessly beneath the wet, searing 
caresses of his hotly loving tongue.  She watched with feverish eyes his 
every incredible, passion-surging lick, wondering breathlessly how she 
could ever have missed such delicious excitement as this, when she had 
thought that she'd tried everything.
     "Oooh, God," she moaned "just do it to me, Kaiser, baby.  "She curled 
her long-nailed fingers ecstatically around his ears.  Her voice came out 
with a mewling, pleading tone as she stroked his big, sensuously moving 
head, while he continued to lick at her large, lavishly exposed breasts.  
And then her breath began to shorten with frenzied anticipation, as 
Kaiser's head gradually dropped, his tongue tracing a lurid path downward 
over her belly.
     "Mmmm, oh come on, boy hurry!" she gasped, spreading her thighs even 
further apart to expose the thin vertical oval of her cuntal mouth.  
"Goddd!  You've got to lick my pussy, baby ...  Lick my pussy like you 
licked Jackie's last night.  Mmmmmnnn, oh, hurry!"
     There was nothing in her wildly lascivious experience as a swinging 
divorcee to compare with this.  What maddening thrill would the dog think 
of next, to drive her absolutely insane with furiously burning lust?  
Dazed with unsatiated desire, Stella raised her legs to draw them 
obscenely back until her knees were flattening the soft yielding flesh of 
her passion-swollen breasts.  Her cunt was open and vulnerable to anything 
that the impetuous puppy wanted to do to her.  Uttering a little cry, she 
felt his cold wet nose brushing ice-cube cold against her flushed cuntal 
lips and upraised thighs.  Suddenly she had felt it, the first contact of 
his devilishly intoxicating tongue with her hotly aching pussy.
     Impulsively she squirmed beneath the fluid heat of his lick as it 
moved up and back from her vagina down through the smooth hairless valley 
between the tensed mounds of her full-moon buttocks.  Her heart pounded 
like a tidal wave against the sides of a dam, fervid blood racing like 
hell's fire through her veins.  His sizzling animal tongue glazed over the 
sensitive area around her tight anal mouth, its worming tip burrowing like 
a beaver into the tiny puckered hole.
     "My God, Kaiser, you do know what to do, don't you?" the black-haired 
mother groaned, her eyes closed tightly as her head strained backward so 
her long hair splayed around her face like a satanic halo.  Her flesh was 
swamped with this marvelous feeling of the dog's obscene tongue working 
with fiery natural skill on her sex-drugged body, as she moaned and 
whispered her frenzied encouragement.  "Ooooh, yyyeeess, that's fantastic, 
Mmmmnn ..."
     Again he taunted her tiny puckered anus, until finally she felt his 
tongue tip burning a fiery wet path slowly upwards toward the smoldering 
lips of her sensuously squirming pussy mouth!  The lips of her cunt felt 
all swollen and sultry, as if they were sucking inward and then puckering 
outward again for a kiss.  A tremor of madly impassioned animalism washed 
through every nerve-ending in her satiny flesh as he swept his tongue 
wetly along the moistened coral crevice between her lewdly spread buttocks 
and thighs, then down the entire length of her hair-fringed vaginal slit.  
From the babyish pucker of her snugly clenched little asshole, it traced 
mercilessly up over the pink, desire-fleshed edges of her excited cuntal 
lips, and at last flicked at the hypersensitive pleasure button of her 
tiny, erect clitoris.
     "Oooooh, Goddd!  GGGOODDD!" the voluptuously inflamed woman moaned, 
lifting her head higher, her long black hair trailing back, in order to 
better witness the obscene behavior Kaiser was exhibiting between her 
lewdly drawn-up thighs.  Seething stabs of mounting lust saturated her 
naked womanly flesh at the sight of his moistly curling tongue as it moved 
over the sensitive mouth of her now crazily twitching vagina.  He worked 
over her endlessly, and she gasped as the thick length of his fluidly 
fleshy tongue spread incredibly deeply through the flowing dampness of her 
pussy folds.  He had all the expertise of any human male who'd ever licked 
her flaming cunt.
     The ecstasy continued to escalate, higher, higher.  Stella felt as if 
she was swimming right up into the starry summer stratosphere, her ovaries 
about to burst all over her aching loins.  She'd heard about dogs and 
women, of course, and tonight she had actually seen the act performed in 
all its lewd permutations on the screen at the Double-X.  But never before 
had she actually imagined that someday -- tonight! -- she would ever 
indulge in it herself, and with the dog she only had for five days, at 
that.
     "Ooooh, I'm so glad I picked you out, Kaiser ... God, what if I'd 
gotten one of your brothers?  Then I'd never be feeling this ... this 
gorgeous, wonderful ...  Aaaaaggghh, Kaiser!  AAAAaaahhh ..."  She moaned 
on and on while Kaiser's tongue continued to splay open her glistening 
pink cuntal flanges, pausing finally when he knew she was looking, to stab 
forward like a corkscrew into her wetly overheated vaginal channel.
     "Ooooh, Baby Kaiser!" she gurgled.  "You dddaaarrrrling dog!  My God, 
I've never felt anything so gggooorrgeous in all my life!"  Her sensuous 
curves convulsed spasmodically beneath his unbelievably lurid pussy-
lapping, and her mind drifted back to the theater, in the darkness where 
she had sucked Greg's hotly branding young cock.  Suddenly she imagined 
the full, hard length of his burgeoning penis as it had felt throbbing in 
her mouth, and she hungered for the taste of his creamy virile jism 
squirting down her throat.  Just the taste of it had nearly made her cum 
in the movie theater, and now she imagined tasting it as the same time 
that Kaiser was lingually caressing her loins.  God!  How incredible!
     "Mmmmn, yeeeesss ...  That feels soooo good, Kaiser ...  Oh, yes ...  
Keep licking ...  Stick your lovely tongue right up there, Kaiser ..."  
Stella breathed huskily, her sensuous voice spurring the dog on to even 
more intense lapping.
     She lifted her simmering loins and quaking ass-cheeks, grinding them 
strongly against the wild, wet swirling of his animal mouth.  "Oh, that's 
right, Kaiser!  That's it! ...  That's it ...  Ooooh, yes, I do love you, 
Kaiser ...  Mmmmm, lover ...  Oooooaaah ...  Just stick your tongue in as 
far as it will go ... oh, yes ..."
     She reached down between her widespread thighs, grasping his furry 
head in order to pull his long snout tighter into her wetly throbbing 
pussy passage.  His firebrand tongue fired into the hotly seething passage 
like a cauterizing iron, his animalistic whimpers matching her own 
desirous mewls as he hungrily lashed and tongue-fucked her blood-engorged 
cuntal flesh with a skill and ferociousness no man had ever shown her.
     "Oh, Jeeeesus, you're driving me wild!" she hissed through tightly 
clenched teeth, her beautiful head and long hair flailing from side to 
side on the red velvet bed, her huge breast bouncing all over her chest 
and upper belly.  Her eyes gaped from the licentious pressure of his kiss 
at her burning loins.  The sight of him licking at her was so obscene that 
the sheer illicitness of it sent her hurtling higher toward her brain-
rattling climax.
     Kaiser could feel his flanks and loins pulsating ruttishly from the 
musky scent of her sex heat that was flowing all over his nose so liquid 
and slippery with desire.  He sensed a wilder fire inside of her than even 
the fire he had discovered in the innocent blonde form of her daughter 
last night, and this intensity of lust made his blood pulse furiously 
through his powerful body.  The soft whiteness of the older woman's flesh 
and the heated fumes of sexual excitement that generated from the warm, 
hair-lined crevice into which he lapped his tongue made him feel a fierce 
urging to do more than just simply lick at her deliciously upward grinding 
cunt.
     The hot pink flesh between her legs communicated its flowing wet 
desire to him and he felt a wild stimulation which infused him with new 
fervor.  His loins began quivering with urgency, urgency to get inside of 
her.  Stella was enslaved by the rhythmic tempo of sensual gasps beneath 
the powerful animal's fabulous tongue, fucking so snake-like up inside her 
insanely inflamed vagina.  She rolled her head from side to side in 
cadence, gurgling with delight, still holding Kaiser's furry head by the 
ears between her lewdly upraised thighs.  Her brain was a lust-drugged 
universe in itself, hopelessly dominated by his hungry licking of her 
sweltering loins.  She lifted her head, panting dreamily -- and then she 
saw it.
     Stella Burnside's gleaming, desire-drugged eyes widened at the 
glistening spectacle of the dog's thick red cock emerging from its long 
furry sheath.  Hard and moist, its tapered end slipped and danced as it 
continued slithering hotly from its fleshy scabbard beneath the puppy's 
belly.
     "Oh, my God, Kaiser!" the divorcee exclaimed, gaping at it lewdly.  
"Are you actually going to ... to fuck me with that magnificent dog-cock?"  
A licentious impulse of unblinded animalistic desire raged through her 
nakedly trembling flesh, an obscene, mind-crazy desire which fascinated 
the voluptuous woman beyond belief.
     His cock was so beautiful, so huge and enticing.  Never had a human 
penis held such incredible fascination for her.  As it slithered 
relentlessly forward, her excitement was heightened, by its long, thick 
crimson hue, thickening like a cone flaring from its beveled tip.
     She stared at her pet's wetly gleaming hardness dangling down from 
his powerful loins, her mouth salivating erotically as if she intended to 
suck it.  Maddening thrills of unnatural desire surged through her 
overheated genitals as her lips and tongue unconsciously prepared for 
their most licentious visitor.
     Stella stroked Kaiser's big head lovingly as her sensitive cuntal 
flesh sparked wildly from the damply matted black curls under the dog's 
laving tongue.  Her nakedly thrusting breasts seemed to quiver 
electrically with the lewdness of her private desire and anticipatory 
excitement.
     "Now, then, Kaiser," she said to the aroused young beast.  "I just 
want you to lie down here ...  This is something they didn't do in the 
movie ...  All you have to do is relax, and let Stella take care of your 
gorgeous hard cock ...  Mmmm, good boy, Kaiser," she instructed, through 
her delirium-hazed imagination.  She crawled to her knees, her huge 
breasts hanging down over the bedspread and ballooning with their swinging 
weight.  Kaiser backed off her tingling body, unaware of what she wanted 
him to do, but she continued to stroke his sleek soft coat lovingly, 
restoring his confidence in her willing compliance.  She kept her eyes 
locked on the solid length of red flesh, emerging so attractively below 
his furry belly.
     Kaiser was surprised that the beautiful older woman didn't kneel up 
on all fours, the way he half-expected her to do so that he could more 
easily thrust his dog-cock into her vagina.  Instead, however, she was 
cooing adoringly to him, and he whimpered in confused response, his mating 
hunger continuing unabated.  But then she gave a command that he 
recognized: "Roll over!" and he did just that.
     "Ooooh, yeeesss, Kaiser ...  Perfect!"  Stella exulted, crawling over 
him to position herself with her pussy just inches form his face.  She 
eased herself forward, at the same time dropping her naked thighs all the 
way back, and placed her face directly above the huge exciting hardness of 
his animal cock.
     Frantic emotions raced through the keyed-up divorcee.  The thought 
alone of what she was about to do was driving her mad with desire.  
Breathing heavily through her flared nostrils, she pushed her arched 
pelvis down toward Kaiser's handsome face, spreading her legs.  His nose 
drew inward as if by magnetism toward the wetly throbbing heat of her 
openly yearning cunt and almost immediately, his tongue lashed out, making 
her moan with pleasure as it sliced up into the pink wetness of her 
deliriously agonized vaginal flesh.  Gibbering mindlessly she lowered her 
cheek to rest against his warm, hard belly, her hand quickly grasping his 
rapidly expanding cock.
     Once again Kaiser sensed the pulsating blood in his loins as he 
tasted and sensed in his nostrils the heated aroma of the woman's wide 
split cuntal channel.  He could feel her wonderful fingers on his loins, 
their affectionate touch making him tremble with excitement.  The urge to 
close his eyes and give himself over to the warm wet sweetness of her 
seeping pussy carried the young dog into a realm of unheard-of rapture.
     Stella gasped hungrily as she clasped his amazingly huge cock in her 
fingers, feeling its lust-hardened thickness growing even as she 
manipulated it with her hand.  She looked at it ravenously, imagining the 
taste of his deliciously obscene animal cum, and the feel of his penis 
slithering wetly in her hotly salivating mouth.
     "This is it, Kaiser, boy," she murmured, her eyes glazing over as if 
she was drugged, her hand jerking his animal penis lovingly.  She worked 
the heavy protective sheath back and forth while his hotly searing tongue 
licked at her maddeningly enraged cunt.  Then, with a low, lust-inspired 
moan, the obsessed woman parted her lush warm lips to let the slender 
tapered dog penis ease into the torrid moisture of her greedily welcoming 
mouth.  It slithered in slipperily, wetly, until finally it rested all the 
way back in her rapturously gurgling throat.
     Stella sighed ecstatically.  She brought her tongue into play 
frenziedly, licking hungrily as the delicious animal penis stroked in and 
out of her mouth.  A sensation of wanton relish raced through her loins as 
she started sucking madly on the delicious tasting animal organ.  
Mmmmmmmnnn!  Oh God!  It's so incredible!  It was as delicious as any 
man's cock she had ever tasted in her life.  It seemed to swell and harden 
with every single mad swipe of her pinkly caressing tongue.
     She could hear Kaiser's high-pitched animal whining as he continued 
to lovingly lick at her hotly inflamed pussy, and she began to suck and 
twirl her tongue around his long thick member in order to repay the 
unbelievable pleasure he was imparting through her passion-soaked loins.  
His powerful body responded passionately to her ardent sucking, his canine 
pelvis jerking forward to force his penis all the way to the back of her 
mouth.  His heavy, sperm-laden balls bumped softly against her chin as her 
hand brushed along his belly.  Finding the smooth tautness of his 
testicles, Stella cupped them warmly at first, then gently kneaded and 
teasingly stroked them with her fingers.  Again Kaiser whimpered, this 
added titillation making him start a pumping fuck-rhythm between her 
hungrily ovalled lips.
     The exotic taste of his animal penis made her loins swarm like a 
beehive.  She reveled in a swamp of sensuality, mouthing and tonguing him 
with increasing urgency, her cheeks hollowing passionately, her eyes 
glowing with unchecked lust.  Below, between her widely-spread thighs, he 
continued to lap avidly at her cunt.  His cock was deliciously warm, and 
spiced attractively with the sweet raciness of animal sperm.
     The shining smooth cone of his expanding penis fucked up into her 
face with perfect rhythm, while his tongue sluiced ever deeper into the 
eagerly accepting opening between her shivering thighs.  She nipped and 
gently scraped his cock with her teeth, swirling her tongue in provoking 
little flicks over his throbbing organ, her mind totally fogged by the 
bizarre, licentious hedonism of her immorality.
     Mmmmmnnn, what is his lovely animal cum going to taste like? she 
wondered silently.  She could almost imagine it, squirting up from the 
tiny dilated hole of his glans to spew in hot liquid jets down her 
starving throat.  Kaiser's lustful pants were shaking the whole bed, and 
Stella couldn't help thinking that it wouldn't be long, now, before all 
her prurient questions would be answered.
     Kaiser's thickly turgid dog shaft felt as though it was thrusting 
into an actual clutching vagina, so warmly did his mistress's mouth meld 
around it.  And at the same time, his nose and jaws were inundated with 
the heated musky aroma of her human female sex, and his long lapping 
tongue reached far up into her undulating vaginal channel, teasing 
sensually at the fleshy tip of her cervix.  His great rocking chest 
emitted low, uncontrollable growls with every rasping breath that he took, 
and in his bestial mind, he knew that he was nearing his climax.
     Stella had never sucked a man so vigorously in her life.  Steeped in 
the voracious animalistic pleasure of the lewd situation, the voluptuously 
curved woman mouthed and pulled at Kaiser's penis, waiting for his dog cum 
to shoot scathingly into her suctioning mouth to drip down her throat and 
into her wildly heaving belly.  Her own hips and pelvis were quaking 
tremulously above his licking and sucking mouth, and she could feel her 
loins boiling and ready to climax.
     God!  Oh, God!  It's almost there ... al-most ... there ... she 
chanted inwardly, as a raging tongue of fire seemed to scorch through her 
belly.  She clutched lovingly, urgently, at the handsome German Shepherd's 
swollen testicles, feeling through the thin membrane the churning of his 
heated canine semen as it prepared to explode into her mouth.  And 
Kaiser's almost ready, too! she exulted.  Oh, more, more, more, deeper ... 
mmmm ...
     Stella didn't hear the key turning in the lock, and she didn't hear 
Jackie's softly tip-toeing footsteps in the hall.



Chapter 7

     "Shhhh" Jacqueline whispered to her two male companions, "Mother may 
be asleep ..."
     "Okay," one male whisper responded, "we'll wait out here until you 
check."
     Matt Fields grinned triumphantly to Greg Sullivan, and the two of 
them sat down in the darkened hallway outside the Burnside's front door.  
Jackie left it closed, but unlocked, so that the two college seniors could 
come inside with her as soon as she determined that the coast was clear.  
Kaiser should present no problem to the healthy young men in this case, 
since one was the dog's trainer and former master, and the other one was 
at least familiar to him.  But all three young people had decided that it 
would be better if Jackie went in alone first, just to see what the 
situation was.
     After all, it was three-thirty in the morning, and to all intents and 
purposes, it was the longest that Jackie had ever stayed out on a date in 
her life.  Furthermore, it was the first and only time she had ever done 
quite what she had done tonight, although from now on she knew she wasn't 
going to be so puritanical.  Matt and Greg had driven by a liquor store 
not too far from the Double-X and picked up some gin and mixers as well as 
a couple six-packs of beer.  Then they had taken the still-hesitant young 
blonde back to their house, just to meet young Jackie.
     After a few drinks -- her first alcohol since she had refused her 
mother's offer of wine once -- Jackie felt a little more at ease with her 
mother's young friends, and she freely discussed the things that went on 
in the movie.  Almost unconsciously, her slender young hand reached 
forward to touch behind Klamath's ears as she spoke, and gradually, 
imperceptibly, she began to get physically excited by the things she was 
saying.
     "Oh, yes," she slurred daintily, "I know that G-German Shepherds have 
a great attraction for women ... and I feel the same way about my own dog 
... you know, Kaiser -- the one you sold to Mother," she added by way of 
explanation.
     "Yeah?" Greg prompted lasciviously.  "You mean, you and Kaiser have a 
... a sexual relationship?"  Exactly six beers in the space of an hour and 
a half made the student quite blunt, and a lot less nervous than he had 
been at the theater.
     "Well, sort of," Jackie demurred, but she didn't blush.  "It's only 
been since last night ..."
     Through her alcohol-fogged haze, the eighteen-year-old didn't feel 
the secretive shame and embarrassment with the two young men that she had 
felt last night with her own mother.  Perhaps the presence of the two 
young dog-brothers also subtly put her at her ease, because they were both 
so much like her own pet.
     She didn't have any idea how long she talked to the two students whom 
her mother had befriended, but she remembered the point at which they 
professed not to believe what she was saying with the idea of getting her 
to prove it.
     "Oh, come on, Jackie," Matt said with pretended derisiveness.  "You 
expect us to believe you've done what Cecilia did in the film?  God, I 
thought you were some kind of virgin ..."
     "I was," Jackie insisted, "but it doesn't mean I haven't fucked my 
dog!"
     "Well, I don't believe it," Greg said point-blank.  "I don't think 
it's possible; that movie was just trick photography ..."
     Jacqueline Burnside, the formerly prudish young girl who had turned 
down the honor of serving as her high school homecoming queen, stood up 
giddily and began to strip out of her clingy dress.  She giggled when she 
realized that she must be drunk, but the realization didn't stop her from 
continuing with her lurid plan.  Both Matt and Greg watched with bated 
breath as she boldly removed her brassiere, letting her unbelievably huge 
teenaged breasts heave into freedom.  The two roommates exchanged glances 
when she applied herself to her thin, lust-dampened panties, sliding out 
of them with as little emotional effort as it required to brush her teeth.
     "Holy shit!" Greg sputtered uncontrollably, when Jackie stood proudly 
in the middle of the living room in all her naked splendor.
     The girl was undaunted.  "Okay, I'll show you how I've done it ...  
Do you want to see?"
     "Hey, Jackie," Matt interrupted nervously.  "I think you might be a 
little drunk ...  Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
     "Of course I do!" the girl snapped back, and neither Matt nor Greg 
could muster up the will-power to prevent her from giving them an even 
more incredible show than the movie they had just seen.  They watched 
mesmerized, as the now-adept teenaged girl knelt in position before King's 
eagerly twitching loins.  The two students' eyes bulged when Jackie gave 
herself over completely to the lewd fucking of the strange animal into her 
pussy from behind, and they couldn't believe it when both Klamath and King 
mounted her at the same time, one of them shoving his long red canine cock 
into her welcoming cunt, and the other humping into her mouth while she 
gurgled in rapturous excitement.
     All that was hours ago now, when Jackie tip-toed into the living room 
of her small apartment, preparing to pull the day-bed out from the wall 
and fold the covers down.  But as soon as she quietly closed the front 
door behind herself, she felt that there was something strange going on.  
Where was Kaiser?  Why hadn't he come bounding to the door to meet her?
     The blonde teenager crept down the hall, listening for sounds in her 
mother's bedroom.  Was Kaiser sleeping in there tonight?  Carefully she 
turned the doorknob, hearing the latch open so she could quietly push in 
the door.
     "Mother!" she gasped, her hand flying up to cover her mouth when she 
saw the sixty-nining sodomy in the center of her mother's huge sensually 
made bed.
     Stella didn't even see her daughter then.  Nor did Kaiser, the animal 
she had purchased as a guard dog.  She heard her lover whine and then yip 
excitedly into her flaming cunt, and then she could hold out no more.  The 
torrential waves of her orgasm ripped through her loins, as her human 
female cum gushed uncontrollably all over the dog's passion-drenched mouth 
and nose.  She slammed her mature, voluptuous body down against the 
puppy's eagerly licking tongue, nearly overwhelming him with the galvanic, 
unexpected power of her release.
     At the same time, Kaiser's own loins instinctively lurched upwards, 
and Stella gripped tightly on his quivering, churning balls.  His flanks 
pumped furiously up into her beautiful, voraciously sucking face, as he 
felt the load in his balls boil over.  His whole crimson cock-shaft jerked 
spasmodically in her mouth, and suddenly it was spewing out its scalding 
cum like a geyser from deep in his sperm-laden testicles.
     The dog moaned into the still-twitching walls of Stella's cunt, as 
stream after stream of his viscous sperm erupted into her mouth from the 
unceasing hose of his cock, filling her oral cavern faster than she could 
swallow it.  It came thick and fast, almost in one continuous jet, firing 
the hot-blooded woman through another mind-blowing orgasm.  Sensual bliss 
exploded heavily throughout her burning loins over and over, until finally 
she felt his panting tongue slide exhausted from her satiated pussy.  
Finally, too, his dog-cock was drained of all its heated canine semen, and 
she raised her brunette head for the first time in what seemed like hours 
. . to gasp and then smile when she saw her young daughter watching at the 
door.
     "Oh, Jackie ..." she gasped through dog-cum-stained lips, "you're 
home ...  I hope you had ... a good time."
     The blonde girl was too stunned to speak.  Her alcohol-drugged mind 
spun with feelings of jealousy and confusion, as she imagined that her 
mother had taken her private lover away from her, just like she had always 
imagined that her dates would have rather spent their time with the older 
woman.  But at the same time, now, the teenager felt a stab of pure, 
burning lust shooting through her tingling young flesh, lust that was 
inspired by the rocking, exploding orgasm that she had just witnessed 
inadvertantly.  Instantly she forgot her two new friends, waiting 
patiently outside the door to the apartment.  Kaiser rolled over on the 
bed so he was up right again, and he let out a little yelp when he 
recognized his lovely blonde mistress.
     "I've had quite a nice time, as you can see," Stella said, finally.  
"Would you care to join me?"
     "Oooooh, yyyeeesss," the teenager cooed immediately, falling forward 
onto the bed in desire-heated arousal.  "Let me play with Kaiser with you 
..."  She quickly undressed for the second time tonight and immediately 
applied herself to Kaisers genitals.
     In virtually seconds Jackie was able to manipulate the dog's penis 
into excited hardness again, much to their mother's approving amazement.  
My daughter's certainly learning fast, she said to herself.  In no time 
she'll be ready to please everyone in every way, just like her mother! she 
added, referring to herself.  If there was anything she wanted for Jackie, 
it was the ability to make men happy, so that the young blonde would be 
able to enjoy life as much as Stella herself had.
     ''My God, dear," Stella said aloud, "you sure gave him a fantastic 
hard-on ...  What shall we do first?"
     "Don't you want to fuck him, Mother?" came the girl's surprised 
response.  Stella was taken aback, but not so much that she didn't agree 
to Jackie's observation.
     "Well, of course, honey, of course ...  Will you stick his gorgeous 
cock into my ass for me?"  Internally, the older woman couldn't get over 
the miraculous change that seemed to have taken place in her daughter, and 
she could hardly wait to see the extent of the transformation.  Dear Lord, 
it's going to be great to have a daughter as interested in living as I am 
...  She could already imagine some of the intensely exciting things that 
the two women, herself and Jackie, might be able to do for some 
appreciative man.  The possibilities were positively staggering!
     "Sure, Mother," Jackie replied to Stella's request.  She lovingly 
grasped Kaiser's thick hardness and aimed it towards the pinkly waiting 
slit of her mother's soft, hairless asshole.  She cooed affectionately, 
slightly jealous still, but tenderly massaged his large, animal cock.
     Then suddenly his cone-shaped erection emerged like a red hot 
branding iron, glistening and wet, and Kaiser began to mount the older 
woman from behind, working the slimly pointed tip of his organ up at her 
anxiously waiting rectal passage.
     "Oh, help him get it in, Jackie," the mother begged feverishly, her 
upthrusted buttocks squirming obscenely backwards in search of his cock, 
struggling to fill her sizzling anal passage.  Jackie rubbed the swollen 
mounds of her top-heavy breasts into the dog's gleaming fur and helped him 
position his haunches better in order to fuck the long, black-haired 
woman.  Her slender hand guided the heavy rod of animal hardness toward 
the pink wetness of her mother's love-inflamed nether channel, moistening 
it even more with his lubricants and then placing the tip of his cock 
right at the lips of her tightly clenched little asshole.
     His strong young forelegs were gripping tightly around her naked 
waist and hips, the moist tip of his cock sliding effortlessly forward 
into her hungrily absorbing rectal walls.
     "Ooooh, yessss ... God, Jackie, this is just what they did in the 
movie!" the older woman crooned, squirming back delightedly on Kaiser's 
eager penis as it immediately began to race in and out of her rectum.  The 
young canine was overwhelmed by the presence of both his new mistresses in 
the room at once, both naked, and both lavishing him with attention.  It 
was almost more than his recently aroused loins could bear, and he fucked 
forward with instinctive ferocity, slamming his sleek hairy belly into the 
curvaceous brunette's whitely upthrust buttocks.
     Outside the salaciously occupied little apartment, Matt Fields and

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Greg Sullivan stood patiently, but they were beginning to wonder what was 
keeping their exciting new friend so long.  All she was going to do, she 
had said, was check to see if her mother was asleep, and if she was, Matt 
and Greg could come inside for a little continuation of what they had 
already seen at their own house.  But although it was only ten minutes 
since the blonde girl had disappeared into the apartment, to the two 
aroused young men it seemed like eons, and they quickly agreed to go 
inside themselves to investigate.
     Stella's unmistakable moans were coming from the bedroom, and both 
college students headed straight for the slightly open door.
     The gasped in unison at what they saw.  Stella Burnside, that 
amazingly gorgeous divorcee, was down on her knees in front of Kaiser, 
just the way the girl in the movie had been.  But what was more amazing 
was that pretty blonde eighteen year old Jackie was crouching behind 
Kaiser, her hungrily licking tongue lapping eagerly at the dog's balls!
     "What the hell ...?" Greg said aloud, but his words didn't even 
disturb the two lasciviously engaged women.
     "Fucking A!" Matt responded incredulously.  "No wonder she was taking 
so long ...  For a moment, the two lustfully excited young men stood there 
in amazement, but it didn't take long for the curly-haired dog breeder to 
recover his senses.  He looked at his roommate, saying, "Well, man, what 
are we waiting for?"  His dark eyes focused lewdly on the teenager's 
enticingly upthrust buttocks as she knelt below the dog's haunches, and 
then he let his gaze wander to the head of the bed, where Stella's 
lipsticked mouth was gaping open as she moaned and gasped out her lustful 
arousal.
     "Yeah, right on," Greg agreed belatedly, as the western-style shirt 
and denim pants fairly flew off his rippling-muscled body.  He kicked off 
his shoes and socks, stripped off his t-shirt, and he was already leaping 
on the bed before he had managed to rip down his jockey shorts, revealing 
his hotly rigid hard-on in all its naked majestic glory.
     Both Jackie and Stella looked up at the sensation of Greg's added 
weight on the bed, and Jackie flinched slightly when she felt his warm 
hands working in the soft white flesh of her ass-cheeks.  Lovingly, but 
urgently, he caressed her tender, untanned flesh, nudging his hardened 
cock into the glistening wet cuntal slit below.
     Jackie's first impulse was to cry out her objection, no, please don't 
do that ... I only fuck dogs!  But her lips and tongue were deliciously 
occupied at Kaiser's churning balls, and she could only mewl out around 
them.  Anyway, she thought in her intoxicated brain, maybe I ought to just 
see what it's like with humans ... it might be almost as good as Kaiser 
...
     Greg wasted no time in steering his lust-stiffened penis into the 
softly yielding channel of Jackie's unconsciously receptive cunt, feeling 
her enveloping warmth as it closed in on him.  Shit, if s like a fucking 
oven in there, he thought to himself.  No wonder the dogs like it!  He 
sighed aloud as he shoved forward into the almost virginal blonde, letting 
her feel the first human penis she had ever experienced.
     Matt could see the moist pink edges of Stella's daughter's cunt 
nibbling eagerly on the hard rock-like base of his roommate's penis, and 
he could hardly contain his own excitement.  He was already stroking his 
own massive hard-on, but no matter how much he wanted to stand back and 
watch the lewd human-canine chain that was forming, the clamor in his 
balls demanded release.  "Stella?" he whispered to the dark-haired woman 
impaled on the dog's cock in her ass.  "Would you mind ...?"  He didn't 
finish the question; rather, he held up his burgeoning penile rod for her 
to see, and she nodded her affirmation instantly.
     Her belly was still full and warm with the salty animal sperm that 
her pet had squirted down her throat, but already her appetite for cum had 
been whetted, and she wanted to taste Matt's sperm again, too.  She leaned 
over slightly, balancing her weight on one hand, as the dog breeder 
climbed up on to the gigantic red bed and slid his legs underneath the 
woman's hugely swaying breasts.  Kaiser looked up fiercely when Stella 
moved, but he almost instantly recognized his former owner and trainer, 
and his instinctive growl stopped as quickly as it had started.
     Matt's heart was beating like horse-hooves at the racetrack as he 
rammed his blood-laden rod of flesh between the older woman's parted lips.  
He forced it back immediately, all the way against her tonsils, and she 
began at once to suck and pull on its fleshy length, running her tongue 
over it expertly, and titillating the sensitive surface with her grazing 
teeth.  Matt couldn't help but push more and more of it between her soft, 
sensuous red lips; the semen in his balls had been roiling heatedly all 
evening, and he was relieved for the opportunity of release .
     Stella closed her eyes in abandon, feeling intensely the slick, long 
hardness of Kaiser's penis as it plunged automatically into her 
provocatively dilated anal passage, lubricating it with his pre-cum and 
stretching it just like a little used cunt.  Her hips rocked back to meet 
his involuntary thrusts, and her little clitoral bud began to tremble in 
harmony with the arousal of her rectum.  Her nostrils were permeated with 
the pungent, youthful odor of her young lover, and she gave herself over 
wantonly to the pleasurable task of sucking his cock again.
     From the foot of the bed, Greg screwed rhythmically into Jackie's 
tightly gripping young pussy, his cock almost ready to explode in her 
greedily suctioning cunt.  His eyes bulged when he saw what she was doing 
to the young German Shepherd, swirling her tongue around his golf-ball 
sized testicles even as his cock slid in and out of her own mother's 
asshole.  He saw his roommate, too, pumping furiously into Jackie's 
mother's mouth, as he had done only hours ago in the darkened movie 
theater.
     Christ, he thought to himself, Matt was sure right about this broad 
and her daughter!  He could feel a spasm of orgasm jerk his pelvis, and 
his last coherent thought was, Shit!  Two guys, two chicks, and a fucking 
dog!
     The tumultuous rumble in the depths of his balls broke forth in hot 
spurts of trickling seminal fluid spurting into Jackie's undulating pussy.  
She thrust her flaring hips back and squeezed rhythmically on his 
ejaculating cock, coaxing every last drop of his desire-quenching liquid 
from his draining balls while she continued her frenzied licking of her 
dog-lover's testicles.  In her imagination, Jackie was squeezing the cum 
from Kaiser's balls right into her own pussy, and almost as if in 
confirmation of her fantasy, she felt the dog's sleek body stiffen as he 
prepared to shoot his load into her mother's clenching and unclenching 
back passage.
     "Oooh, Christ!  I'm almost cumming already!" came Matt's voice from 
the head of the bed, as his grotesquely engorged penis seemed to fill 
Stella's mouth completely.  The young dog had already begun spasmodically 
shooting his sperm into Stella's ass, causing her to be thrust forward 
even harder against Matt's loins, and incredibly, the young dog breeder 
began to empty his fiery semen into her mouth.
     "Aaarrgh!  Keep sucking!" the dark-haired student commanded roughly, 
as his salty sperm flowed freely between her lips and gushed unchecked 
down her hotly clutching throat.  The arousing flavor was enough to 
trigger the older woman's orgasm, and she convulsed and rocked as she 
concentrated on taking every drop of his life-giving fluid into her mouth 
and throat.  Her pussy pulsed wildly, cunt-lips flagellating each other as 
her rectal walls clutched and dilated around Kaiser's still-spurting 
penis.  The galvanic double orgasm of her ass and her cunt nearly knocked 
the erotically excited woman off-balance, as the whole bed creaked and 
swayed with the massive weight it was holding.
     Vibrations ricocheted through all five bodies, and Jackie could feel 
the magnificent contractions of her first human-induced orgasm.  She could 
feel her cuntal walls gripping tightly around Greg Sullivan's humanly 
pumping penis, and her slickly undulating inner flesh was acutely aware of 
every hot jet of cum that he shot into her.  Uncontrollably, she let out a 
wail as her tongue left Kaiser's balls momentarily, "Aaaaaaaiiiieeee!!  
III'mmm cummmmmiiing!!  Ooooh, it's soooo good ... aaaaooooohhhh"
     Seconds later, the satiated German Shepherd bounded gleefully off the 
lustful hotbed of sex and panted as he walked around the room.  On the 
rumpled, cum-stained velvet bedspread the four humans collapsed over each 
other in sheer exhaustion, their perspiring, lust-twitching flesh seeming 
to meld and blend as they gradually drifted off to sleep in the cool early 
morning air.

*    *    *    *    *

     The sun rose at six on that Saturday morning in September, and when 
it did, the four occupants of Stella Burnside's bedroom had been asleep 
scarcely an hour.  Although the curtains were opened, and the east window 
was letting the sun burn across the bed to warm the nakedly sleeping 
bodies, not a single one of the peaceful love-makers stirred.
     The front door was still ajar, the way Matt and Greg had left it 
carelessly on their little expedition into the apartment.  But Kaiser was 
faithfully guarding it, as he had been ever since the humans had fallen 
asleep.  He loved them all dearly now, and he wasn't going to let anything 
happen to a single one of them!



The End

their little expedition into the apartment.  But Kaiser was 
faithfully guarding it, as he had been ever since the humans had fallen 
asleep.  He loved them all dearly now, and he wasn't going to let anything 
happen to a single one of them!



The End

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